Chapter 12: Biting Her Arm in the Dark

Jasmine sent the text before she even got dressed.

She was still on the bed, Jerry’s cum leaking out of her onto the sheets, when she opened the thread with Jill and typed exactly what he had told her to say. She didn’t soften it. She didn’t add anything. She just wrote it and hit send, then set the phone on the nightstand and went to the bathroom to clean up enough to get the kids from school later. The reply came twenty minutes later, while she was standing at the kitchen counter in a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt, drinking water and trying not to think about how full she still felt.

Jill: He said that?

Jasmine: Yes. Word for word. First time at my house. You can stop if you need to. But once you say yes, you take what he gives you. Same rules as me. You can still fuck John. You don’t tell him. Miles can be there if you want. Or just Jerry. Your choice. But you have to say the word.

There was a long pause. Jasmine watched the three dots appear, disappear, then appear again. When the message finally came through, it was shorter than she expected.

Jill: Can we talk? Not text. Lunch tomorrow?

Jasmine: Same place. Same time.

Jill: Okay.

Jasmine set the phone down and felt the small, steady pulse between her legs that had become normal. She already knew what Jerry would want to hear.