Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
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Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - With a cloud of naughty erotica hanging overhead, can Margaret, a woman with a past she doesn’t want to remember, find peace in her new life as a rich wife, or will a conflict with her stepson’s new girlfriend and a friend from her past unravel the new world she wants to become a part of? From the best-selling author of Potential and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction First Masturbation Oral Sex
Margaret laughed, thinking if Sammy could have tried a little harder not to scream we might still be in Texas.
Jennifer gave Margaret a questioning lift of her brows and said, “I know, not the most wholesome song. Sorry.”
“No, I love it,” Margaret said, “but I’m a little tipsy, too.” And quite aroused, she thought, staring into Jennifer’s crystal blue eyes.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, why not.”
“Lately, you’ve seemed distant. Are you mad at me?” Jennifer asked.
“No, definitely not. I thought you might be upset with me.”
“Why?”
“Well, the night we went out, you know, I asked about Kansas, and things seemed funny after that. We’ve hardly talked since.”
“I’m so sorry, I, uh, no, you didn’t upset me,” Jennifer said. “I was upset, but that’s not your fault. It just caught me off guard, and I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’ve been meaning to, but I kept putting it off, and I didn’t-”
“Stop, Jennifer, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain,” Margaret said. “I’m glad you’re not upset with me. I really had a great time, and I felt like it was spoiled by me asking.”
Jennifer looked at the hand holding hers, then into Margaret’s eyes. “I’m really glad you said that. I enjoyed it, really, and was hoping we could do it again sometime ... soon. Maybe tonight?”
Margaret hoped the grin on her face didn’t look as stupid as it felt. “I’d love that, but I’ll need some time. The sun cooked me, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t pass a sobriety check right now.”
The hug surprised her, and it lasted longer than appropriate, but Margaret let it continue until Jennifer let go. Fuck the staff or cook or whoever might think it wasn’t appropriate. She remembered something Sammy used to say if some bothered them, “Yank their pants down, shove ‘em, and say, fuck you as they fall.”
That’s what they had done to a mean boy named Timmy Dooner right in the middle of the gym. Maggie snuck up behind him, snatched his shorts down, and Sammy pushed. That became their approach to facing any problem, yank its pants down, push it over, and say fuck you.
Jennifer asked, “What’s funny,” and Margaret realized she had laughed aloud.
“Nothing, I was just thinking about Sammy, an old friend.”
Jennifer grinned and nodded as she backed away. “How about seven?”
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