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Nicole had spent the day at her best friend Cindy’s house, fixing her washing machine and then Cindy takes the first shower on a busted water heater, leaving Nicole fuming and with few choices for cleaning. So she decides to force her way into the shower. Only when she gets there she realizes that Cindy has a little crush on her. Both of them being high and dry in the sex department thanks to overworked husbands, Nicole decides to take charge and get what she needs from her best friend.
Short, Lesbian Erotica.
Here’s the excerpt:
Cindy closed the bathroom door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to center herself. Not since her high school days had she had this much pent up sexual need. Michael had been pulling extra jobs and recently when he got home it was barely enough time to exchange his clothes, see the kids, sleep, get a quickie in and run. Two out of the last three times he’d been home she’d been on the rag and he’d been more than happy to settle for a blow job.
The problem was that all the fucking quickies didn’t satisfy her. She knew her body. It took twenty minutes of foreplay and fucking before she could even think of climaxing. Mike hadn’t put that much time into her in over a year. The blow jobs made her crazy horny, hearing Mike’s breathing quicken, his low moans and groans, his talking dirty. She’d have a goddamn slip and slide in her panties and couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it.
When she was alone, she used her toys and that would hold off her desire for a bit, but she missed the human contact, the obvious longing for her body that Mike had, the proof that she drove him crazy when his dick got hard the instant he saw her naked or on her knees.
So seeing Nicole out in her bikini today, working and sweating… Cindy’d been bisexual in college, something even Mike didn’t know. She’d like the thinner, athletic girls with their perfect breasts and tight asses. Nicole didn’t run, didn’t exercise but just had that natural slimness that Cindy’d always admired and been attracted to. Today had been hard.
She quickly stripped, tossing her bikini top, shorts and panties in the hamper, grateful that it would take a short amount of time to do her laundry now. She turned on the shower, impatient for the water to heat up. The windows in the house were open, with a box fan pulling a current of wind through and cooling the house. Now that she was still and inside, her sweat had begun to dry and chill her body.
She heard the back door close and wondered if it was Nicole or the kids, but the temperature in her shower was just right and she stepped in. Immediately her hand dove down, heading straight for her pussy. As the shower steamed up the glass around her, she began to rub, trying to nullify the ache in her loins. A mixture of Mike and Nicole filled her mind, an odd kind of inconsistent threesome pulling at her desire.
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