Chapter 6

Jasmine sent the text while Jerry’s cum was still leaking out of her.

She lay on the bed for a few minutes after he left, thighs sticky, both holes full, and typed exactly what he had told her to say. She didn’t soften any of it. She told Jill he had said yes to all of it—first time at Jasmine’s house, Jasmine in the room, his tongue on her first. She told her she could stop if she needed to, but once she said the word she would take what he gave her. Same rules. She could still fuck John. She wouldn’t tell him. Miles could be there after, or it could just be Jerry. Her choice. And she added the last line he had given her: he was done waiting much longer.

The reply came faster than Jasmine expected.

Jill: I’m close. Really close. Can we talk today? Not lunch. After the boys get home from practice. John has a late meeting. I can come by your house for a little while.

Jasmine: Yes. Come whenever.

Jill showed up just after four. The kids were in the backyard. Cory was still at the factory. Jasmine let her in and they sat at the kitchen table, the same table Jerry had bent her over that morning. Jill’s long red hair was loose. She wore a simple T-shirt that stretched across her 38DD breasts and jeans that fit tight on her slender hips. Her green eyes moved over Jasmine’s face, then dropped to the table like she was picturing what had happened there hours earlier.