Chapter 10: Monday, Crossing Boundaries

Working Lunch

Denise’s text arrived just after ten: My mom’s house at noon. Don’t be late. I knocked on Betty’s door at twelve sharp. Before my knuckles finished the second rap, the door swung open and she stood there in a sheer black nightgown that clung to every soft curve. The lace hem brushed the tops of her thighs; her nipples pressed dark against the fabric.

She grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, bare feet padding across the hardwood. We reached the bedroom doorway and she stopped dead. Her grip tightened, then loosened. A tremor ran through her shoulders.

I stepped close, wrapped an arm around her waist. “What’s wrong?”

She looked past me at the neatly made bed. “This is where Bob and I ... until the last week. I haven’t been with anyone else in here. It feels wrong—like I’m betraying him.” Her voice cracked on the last word.

I didn’t argue. I simply took her hand and led her back down the short hallway into the living room. Sunlight slanted across the couch. I turned her to face it, pressed my palm between her shoulder blades, and bent her forward over the wide upholstered back. The nightgown rode up; cool air kissed the backs of her thighs.

Betty gasped, fingers curling into the cushions. “God, the living room ... it feels so filthy.”

I dropped to my knees behind her, spread her cheeks, and dragged my tongue from clit to asshole in one slow, wet stroke. She jerked, then pushed back against my mouth. I licked again, firmer, circling her swollen nub before sealing my lips around it and sucking. Her juices coated my chin; each flick of my tongue made her thighs tremble. I slid two fingers inside her pussy, pumping in time with my mouth until she was dripping down my wrist.