Chapter 8: Lingering Heat, Dangerous Text and New Wings to Shelter

Mary Ann and Pam stepped out of Bean & Grace into the bright Champaign morning, but neither of them headed straight to their cars. Instead, they lingered on the sidewalk, the late-spring breeze doing little to cool the flush still warming their cheeks.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Pam confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as they walked slowly toward the small parking lot behind the shop. “The way Tyrese looked at you when you were on your knees ... how you took him so deep.

And when he had both of us side by side, faces pressed together while they came all over us...” She shivered despite the warm sun. “I’ve never felt so dirty and so alive at the same time.”

Mary Ann glanced around to make sure no one from the church was nearby, then let out a soft, breathy laugh. “I loved when you were licking me while Dale fucked you from behind. Your tongue kept slipping and hitting his cock too — the way you moaned into my pussy every time he thrust deep. And God ... the taste of both of them mixed on your lips when we kissed afterward.” She squeezed Pam’s arm gently. “I came so hard I almost couldn’t breathe.”

They reached Pam’s car first. Pam unlocked it but didn’t get in right away.

Instead, she turned and pulled Mary Ann into a quick, tight hug. Their bodies pressed together for a moment longer than necessary, breasts brushing, hips aligning. Pam’s breath tickled Mary Ann’s ear as she murmured, “Next Tuesday can’t come soon enough.”