Sherry knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was married. She was straight. But she couldn’t bring herself to say no to Evelyn. There was just something about her. Her chocolate skin. Her dark eyes. She couldn’t resist doing anything Evelyn said.

“Kiss me again,” Evelyn purred gently.

Sherry’s lips met her neighbor’s once more, their tongues dancing as their naked bodies pressed together. She could taste herself on Evelyn’s lips, the flavor of her orgasm intoxicating. She wanted more. She wanted to taste Evelyn, to savor her juices. She was married. She was straight. But tonight, she was Evelyn’s.