I was flicking through TikTok when I heard the metallic drag of the chair on cement next to me.  Removing my earbud and putting it into its case, I glanced at the left corner of my screen to confirm the phone icon was still lit up in green.

“Hey,” Cam murmured in my ear, kissing my cheek.

I fought the flinch, the urge to wipe the trace of his lips from my cheek.

He eased into into the chair next to me, his knee touching mine.

Thumbing the side button to turn off the screen, I tossed the phone facedown on the black iron table.  It landed with the microphone pointed somewhere between us.  I scraped my wine glass off the table, leaned back in the chair, and turned my head to him.

God the man was sexy, in that flippant, don’t give a fuck way.  Shaggy brown hair, white surf shirt stretching across his chest.  Brown eyes looking back at me under eyelashes every woman would kill for.  A lean and long muscled body without limits.

Which had turned out to be the problem.

I glanced at the bar door, but the bouncer was the only one there.  Waited a beat, sipped my wine.  The humid air settled on my bare skin, pressing in like hands holding me in a place I wasn’t interested in staying.

Okay then, let’s fucking go.

“Huh.”  Clearing my throat, I turned to Cam.  “Remember last week when we agreed you weren’t fucking anyone else without me?”

He laughed, clasping his hands and leaning forward.  “What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t insult me.”  I smiled back, setting my glass down.  “We agreed on spiritual monogamy, to only fuck each other or with each other.  But that’s not what you’re doing, Cam, is it?”

He scratched his scruffy jaw with his knuckles.  A server approached and he leaned back, ordered a beer.  When the guy walked away, he focused on me again.  “You were serious about that?”

I raised an eyebrow.

Cam searched my eyes.

“God, you’re young.”  Sighing, I shook my head.  “And really stupid.”

After glancing at the bouncer, he scooted closer, his body facing mine.  Rested a hand on my bare leg, sliding between them.

“Forgive me,” he murmured.

I sucked in a breath.  Heat built in my core as he inched under my skirt.  I fought the urge to check the doorway again, but felt eyes on us as real as his touch.  His gaze was hypnotic, daring me to be the woman he knew I was.

“No,” I whispered in reply.

But my thighs parted.  He slid closer, fingers nudging my mound.  The world peeled away, my thighs parting in invitation, and I tilted my pelvis.  Need swelled inside me, panties slick on my flesh, and in seconds he tapped my clit through the fabric.

Cam smiled. “So fucking wet already. That's my girl.” 

He pushed the fabric aside, finger pads tucking under to slide through my pussy lips, press on my clit. A little moan vibrated my throat and I clamped around him, struggling to maintain eye contact.  To keep still.  Make him work for me.

He stroked my clit, alternating pressure but increasing speed. “What do you like, Sammy?  You like thinking of my cock stretching another slut’s tight little pussy?  Giving it to them raw and hard? Or maybe watching me slowly work it into their virgin ass?  That what you wanted to see?”

Fuck it.

“You forgot their mouths.”  The words felt like breath.

He made a sound in his throat, his eyes getting darker, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t think.  Just clasped my thighs around his hand, grinding into his slippery fingers.

“So it’s true.”

The cold feminine voice extinguished the heat between us.  His finger stilled, trapped in my grip, and I struggled to steady my breath.

“Ginnie.”  His voice was soft.

“Oh cool, you remember me.”

“It’s… it’s not what it looks like.”  He pulled his hand back, leaving a wet trail down my leg, and wiped it on his pant leg.

I straightened my skirt.

“Really,” Ginnie said.

Taking a deep drink of wine, I leaned back.

His girlfriend was gorgeous in her muted rage.  Tall and willowy, hands fisted at her sides.  Cheeks red, dark brown eyes doing that crazed, angry wobble.  A thin gold chain dipped between her collarbones.

Ginnie leaned down, hands on the armrests of his chair.  Her hair created a curtain around her face, tunneling his vision to her gaze even as the scoop of her rust colored tank gaped open, the swells of her tits on display.  “You have twenty-four hours to move out.  You have the place to yourself tonight to do whatever the fuck you want.  But whatever’s left tomorrow at 9pm belongs to me.  You’ll never see it again.  Or me.”

“Gin…”  It was clear on his face he wanted to tell her he loved her.  That he didn’t want to lose her and never wanted to cause her pain.  Blah blah blah.

She straightened.  Folded her arms and stared back at him.  “Go.”

Standing, he glanced at me.

I rolled my eyes.

He took a step sideways, giving her some room while he distanced himself from me.  Slid his hands past his hips and into his back pockets.  “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Fuck you.”

Cam flinched.  Then his head bounced in a nod.  “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you looked real sorry when your hand was up her skirt, telling her about fucking other girls.”

His eyes slid over to me again.

Smirking, I raised my glass.

He glared.  Shaking his head, Cam wound around three other tables to get to the exit so he didn’t have to walk between us, and left.

Adios, bitch, I thought at his back as I watched him turn left with the sidewalk and disappear behind a building.

Ginnie dropped into his chair.  Elbows on her knees, head in her hands, she stared down at the concrete ground.  “Thank you,” she murmured, her head jostling as she spoke.

“Sure.”  Weird.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”  She turned her head, gaze on the trail of his exit.

“Not an easy thing to believe.”

“Not even when fifty strangers online tell you it’s true.  He just wasn’t like that, I didn’t think.”  She shook her head, voice quiet.  As if she were talking to herself.  “How could I have been so stupid?”

“You’re not.  You just gambled.”

Her head swiveled back to me, as if seeing me clearly for the first time.  “What?”

“Love.  It’s a gamble.”  I shrugged.  “It’s okay to want something for yourself and go for it.  That’s what life’s for, after all, right?”

“Yeah.  I guess.  You went pretty far to really show me who he was, don’t you think?”

I bit back a smile.  “The timing was up to you.  You didn’t come out.  I wondered if you needed to really see it, or if it turned you on.”

The waiter came by with Cam’s beer, which Ginnie accepted.  She took a swig from the bottle, cheeks sinking in, her eyes on me.  Eyes I’d just noticed were green.  The heart shaped face, the decadent curve of her delts rolling out from the sleeves of her tank.

Exhaling, I crossed my legs.  Squeezed them together, pressing on my clit. “I was married, once upon a time.  Eight years.”

Her eyebrows rose and I laughed. 

“Right? Ho ass me, married." The wine was kicking in. I sighed. "I wasn't always like this. The day after we called it, a storm rolled in and destroyed our apartment, my car.  I lost my job.  I sat in a Motel 6, staring at the ceiling and thinking about my options.  I don't know, maybe sometimes the world is screaming at you to make a hard right.”

Her brows pushed together. “You telling me this is my hard right?”

“Honey it’s your life, not mine.  You decide. I got a remote job and travel all the time. Honestly, it feels like every facet of who I’ve ever been just melted into this one person. I don’t have to ‘be’ something for anyone.  I’m just… myself. It's actually fulfilling.”

Loud bellows of motorcycles assaulted the air as a pod of bikers passed the bar’s courtyard. She turned to watch them, curling her beer into her chest.

Then quiet fell between us.

“You’re trying to make me feel better,” she said, still looking down the road at the tiny taillights.  “But... I’m happy here.  I love my family and friends, I love being on the water.  I can’t imagine doing anything else than what I’m doing here.”

Nodding, I rested my head on the back of the chair.  Stared up at the stars.  Orion.  The five sisters.  Who knew what else I was looking at, how many eras of people had stared up at these same stars wishing for or deriving answers.

Fucking cities.  Fucking light pollution.  This one especially.  There was nothing here.

“How do you know who you are?  We change every five minutes.  In big ways, small ones.  How can you tell?  How can anyone to tell?” Ginnie said, her voice wispy and feminine.

“I don't know. What is 'self' anyway, really?”  I missed smoking, missed blowing it into the night air, the excuse for a pause to collect my thoughts.  “You can love music without lyrics, or songs whose language you don’t even understand.  Sometimes your body just knows.”

It felt like we were in a floating bubble alone.  The bar, the road, everything far away. Weightless.

“You never get lonely, out there in all these random places alone?” Ginnie asked.

Pop.

“I make friends along the way.”

The sound of scraping metal on concrete made me look over.  Ginnie had sat up, beer cocked to the side as she looked at me.  “Let’s skip the conversation where you Instagram me and tell me how perfect your life is.”

“Okay, fair.”  Stifling a laugh, I straightened. 

Ginnie sighed, the light from the bar setting her eyes and skin aglow, reaching into the hint of cleavage at the scoop of her neckline.  She tilted her head to the sky, resting it on the back of the seat.  “I wanted kids.  Marriage.  A best friend for life, you know?  But I feel like maybe that’s impossible now.”

“You’re still young.  It’s not impossible.”

“Sure.  You too.”  She smiled. Pulled her top over her cleavage and leaned forward, staring down into the opening of her beer.  “I don’t know, maybe it is time for a hard right.  Maybe try on another version of myself.  Do something a little crazy.”

“Like what, sleeping with a chick?”  I felt my pulse race as I put on a smile.

Rolling her eyes, she laughed.  “I feel like that’s kinda normal, isn’t it?”

“Is it?”

“Maybe not ten years ago?  But yeah, now?  It’s not that weird.”

“Okay.”  I turned my hand around, checking out the tiny chips in the silver polish as I tried to calm my heartbeat.  My cunt was a fucking furnace.  “Sex with a girl and man together then.”

Her silence made me look up.  She was still.  Smile gone, her green eyes locked on me.

I could barely breathe.

“Seriously?” she asked.  “Are you… inviting me?  And if you say with Cam, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Laughing, I shook my head.  “He’s off the roster.  I may live a nomadic and oh-so-lonely-life,” Ginny cracked a smile, “but I know people in the lifestyle.  People who are open and do it the right way.”

“Someone not creepy?”

“Absolutely.”

Tristan.  I’d slept with him and his wife before.  It was easier for them with a new baby to take turns out than to get the two of them alone.  He was sweet and a good lay, someone who wouldn’t scare her.

“If we do this…” She glanced over my face, my tits, her gaze holding at my crotch.  The place her fiancee’s hand had been thirty minutes prior.  “If it’s not tonight I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve.”

Swallowing, I opened my legs.  Her mouth parted, her breath shallow, and I reached forward.  Touched her smooth knee, testing. 

A kittenish breath.  She pulled at her hair over her shoulder, grazing her breast.  Her eyes wide, glancing at my hand, my mouth, my legs.

“What are you thinking about now, Ginnie?”

“I…”  She shook her head.

“Not so normal anymore, being touched by a woman?”

She giggled, her whole face lighting up in a smile.

“Finish your beer.”

By the time she finished, I’d paid the check, texted Tristan, and scheduled an Uber.   “Our ride will be here in three minutes.”

She went still.  Someone worth a statue, a face unlike anyone I’d ever seen.  A work of art, really.  “We’re really doing this.”

“You can always say no.  Even in the middle of it,” I said.

A nod, then a shake of her head.  She smiled and stood.  I followed suit, slipping my fingers in to lace with hers.  They were long and thin, like her.  Soft, like I imagined her body would feel.  She licked her lips.

“Not yet, baby.”  I led her out of the bar’s patio area to the front sidewalk.

A black sedan from the picture in the app pulled up in front of us, a green Uber sign lit up in the corner of the windshield.  I opened the back passenger door.

Her smile was unsure, but she touched my ass as she walked by me.  Stepped into the car, folding those perfect long legs under her.

I shut the door.  “Jesus Christ,” I whispered as I walked around the other side of the car.

I sat next to her and shut my door.  Made the initial small talk with the driver and he started the car.  I felt Ginnie’s hand rest over mine.  Spreading my fingers, I captured hers in the webs of mine, curled them together until I felt the unyielding shape of her ring wedge onto my skin.

She pressed her lips together, her smile tucked between them.

I had a sudden urge to bend her over, spank that ass.  Hear her breathless cry out.  See the glisten of wet at her tight pussy.

I exhaled.  Forced myself to watch the road.

She pulled our twined hands to her lap, resting my hand on her upper thigh.  My fingers rested on the inner curve of them as heat radiated from her core.

I looked up.

She matched my gaze.  Pressed her back into the seat, her hips tilting up as she opened her thighs.

Fuck.

Moving closer, I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest.  I pushed my index finger against the soft cloth at her pussy, feeling the flesh move underneath.  Pushing deeper between her thighs, I drew my finger up the line of her slit until I felt a tiny nub through the fabric.

She made a noise.  Not a moan, but not a sigh.  Her free hand cupped her breast.

Fuck.

I rubbed her slow, light. With a tiny sigh of protest, hips wiggling, she curled my hand closer, demanding more pressure, Eyes crazed, teeth gnashed firmly into her bottom lip, she fucked my finger against her clit.

All at once, I saw exactly why Cam had wanted to marry her.

Her brows lifted, pressing together.  Her head threw back onto the head rest, her long neck exposed, eyes pinched shut. Little staccato breaths were like whispers, her heat fogging the car, building until one last hard push against me. I felt her pulse beneath my finger, the humid texture of the crux of her leggings.

When the tension in her body broke, I slid our hands back to her inner thigh, stroking slowly to help her come down from whatever height I’d lost her to.  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

She didn't respond.

The car slowed, turned and braked to a stop.  The driver announced my address.

Thanking him, I opened the door and stepped into the black-white of the city sidewalks.  It was quiet.  Empty, except for myself and the vixen whose hands I held, coaxing her out of the car.

She stood, wobbly and giggling, on the curb and I shut the door behind her.  Pulled her arm around my shoulders as the car drove away.

“I… this… I’ve never had to stand so quickly after orgasm.” She nearly whispered the last word.  Winded?  Embarrassed?

“Ginnie.”  My voice was raw.  Taking a shallow breath, I traced my hands over her mouth.  The cupid’s bow, the little upturn in the middle meeting her fuller, lower flatter lip. then met her eyes.

Her eyes settled on mine.

I reached up, cupping her fragile, feminine face, and urged her down.  Her lips parted, and I captured them with my own.  They were plush, full.  Teasing, unsure, romantic.

Opening her lips with mine, I pushed my tongue in to find her press back.  Slid my hand down the columns of her neck, over her thin collarbones, and the soft pillow of her breast.  I squeezed hard.  She pulled away, both of us gasping.

“You gonna just fuck me right here on the sidewalk?” she whispered.

“Maybe against the tree.  Or my front door.”  I trailed my fingers down her stomach, sliding under her waistband.

“Sammy?” she whispered, grabbing my wrist.  “Not out here.”

I closed my eyes, trying to still the lust raging in my blood.  Swallowed.  “Of course.”

Plastering on a smile, I opened my eyes.  Brushed the back of my hand to her soft cheek and pressed my lips against hers.  The side of her mouth lifted and I broke the kiss.  Smiling, I took her hand.

I led her toward my door, navy blue with a wicker rocking chair on the porch, and unlocked it.  I looked back to see she’d pushed the rail of the chair, making it rock, and was looking at it like it was a cute puppy until she met my eye.

Something in my heart swelled.  Like a part of me recognized a buried part of her.  Simple, sweet.

Don’t.

Turning around, I pushed the door open.  Tossed my purse on the chair and shut the door behind her.  She giggled as I took her hands and pulled her body to mine, our lips meeting again.

“So not against the front door?” I whispered between kisses.

“Mmm.”  She trailed the side of her pinky against the swell of my breast.  Lips turned up, her eyes were wild and big, but her shoulders hunched like she might curl into herself.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

Her shoulder rose and fell.  “Feels different now that we’re behind a door.”

My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest.  I swallowed.  Catching her hands in mine, I led her to my bedroom.  Turned around at the threshold.

“All you have to say is no.”

“I know,” she murmured.

Taking her face in my hands, I brought her lips to mine again.  Heat blazed my cunt, down my thighs.  I pushed my tongue in her mouth, felt her arms circle my body.  Her hands at my back, my ass.  I ripped off her tank, her bare tits bouncing right in front of me.

Moaning, I swiped my thumbs over the pebbles of her nipples.  She gasped and I leaned down to close my mouth over them.  Sucking, flicking my tongue against them as my hands memorized the slim outline of her smooth body. The rounded muscles of her arms and back. The delicate curves at her hips, that tight ass. 

Fingers in my hair, she moved to the side until I heard her leg hit the bed frame.

Laughing, she fell back, pulling me down with her.

I tucked my hand under the waistband of her leggings. Slid against the gusset of her sopping panties. Mouth watering, I pushed my hand inside, the fabric webbing at the back of my hand, and and broke through the fine line of her slash. She bucked underneath me, but I slid through to find her clit again.

Tiny sloshes sounds broke the air, and her breath caught.

More.

Standing, I tugged the pants and lingerie from her hips and tossed them on the ground.  I bent over, eased her legs over my shoulders, and dragged my tongue from her pussy to clit, her soft skin feathering the sides of my lips as if to coax me for more.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, her back arching.

I held her hips down, latching her pussy to my face, and thrashed my tongue against her nub.  The pitch of her moans turned to mewls, riding the crest of every exhale.

“Sam… Sam… there’s… stop!”

Gasping, the echo of her pussy on my mouth, I looked through the V of her legs to her face.  Her eyes slid to the left, her hands covering her pert little nipples.

“Don’t stop on my account.”  Tristen.  His big, warm hand caressed my ass.

I moved against him, sighing.  My skin was on fire.  “It’s Tristen, baby.  We invited him.  Remember?”

“He’s… oh.”  Her eyes went wide.

Smiling, I could only assume Tristan had removed his clothes and was already hard.  A sight to be seen, and why his wife allowed him to be used by others. But he was hers to share and hers alone.  I wished she was here, if only to make tonight that much hotter.

I licked my lips.  Slid my middle finger into her hot, sloppy pussy.

She moaned.

“Any rules?” Tristan’s hands circled me, urging me up from the crux of Ginnie’s legs to stand.  His cock asserted itself at the cleft of my ass, my skirt dangling at my waistband.  “Why are you fully fucking clothed?”

“Hadn’t made it there yet.”

His lips pressed against the slope at my neck and shoulders, his hands flat on my abs. They moved up, trailing over my tits, squeezing through my bra, and I leaned back on him. Held the back of his head as he kissed me and unclasped my bra, to cup my bare tits. I moaned.

“My wife sends her love,” he murmured in my ear, sending goosebumps down my neck and shoulders as his cock slid up and down my ass. I felt the base of his balls tickle my skin.

“Rules?” he asked again.

“I… it’s up to you, Sam.”  The vulnerability in Ginnie's eyes made my heart swell.

Tristan patted my ass.  “Lie down next to her.  Naked.”

Biting my lip, I stepped to the side and shimmied out of my clothes. Tossed them in the corner, then laid down next to Ginnie, doing as I was told.  She looked nervous, eyes darting from him to me.

“Hey.”  I caressed her cheek.

“I’m okay,” she murmured, then closed her eyes and pressed her face into my palm.

“Ginnie,” I whispered.  Crawling on top of her, I kissed her forehead, smooth and unlined against my lips.  Then her cheeks, her mouth.  I felt the bed dip down behind me.  The blunt, thick meat of Tristen’s cock at my pussy.  “Ginnie.  Look at me.”

Her eyes opened to meet my gaze just as Tristan’s cock spread my pussy lips.  I gasped, trying to catch my breath, and her mouth opened in surprise.

The room swirled as he pushed deeper, opening me further and further, maxing out the space in my cunt.  My mouth went dry, my breath hitching further and further until there was no space to fill in my lungs or my pussy.

“Fuck.  So fucking good,” Tristan ground out.  His hips pressed against my ass, his fingers sliding down my back over and over, creating stripes of sensation.

Shifting my weight, I lifted Ginnie’s hand.  Directed it between my legs, dragging her across his tight balls, dripping with my cum.

Tristen sighed.  “Sammy.”

“Wrap your hands around his cock.  Feel him fuck me.”

Her only response was a layered exhale.  I let go, my forearms pressing the bed on either side of her, and kissed her as I felt him move.

Ginnie moaned, her mouth opening.  Her tongue thrust into my mouth, her fingers ringing around my pussy.  He thrust harder, slapping into us.  Her fingers wandered toward the front of my pussy and found my clit.

I cried out, breaking our kiss.

“Cum, Sammie,” she murmured, her voice breaking.

Arms wobbling, I clenched down hard on him.  My mouth opened, but breath suspended in my throat.  Nipples tight, abs clamped.  He slammed into me, her fingers playing me like a piano, and song notes vibrating through my skin, danced in colors between she and I.

Her fingers left my clit, cupped my mound as I gasped for breath.

He slowed, filled me again.  His hands traced over the lines of my body and I rode out every flash, every wave, until my head sank onto Ginnie's chest.  Her fingers combed through my hair.

I raised my head, her touch trailing from my the back of my head down my jaw and lips, the bottom of my teeth.

She smiled when our eyes met.  “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Tristen’s baritone rang out.

We laughed and he pulled out of me.  Walked to the side of the bed, his eyes on Ginnie.  His cock was shiny with my cum, and I knew exactly what he wanted to know.  I looked down at Ginnie.  Her tanned, youthful face.  The girl who’d never done anything wild.

I wanted to fuck her first.

Smiling, I drifted to her side.  Pulled her up with me.  Both of us on our knees.  Reaching out, I curled my hand around Tristen’s cock.  Kissed her as he fucked my hand and I moved my head closer and closer to him.  She followed, and in seconds our kiss broke.  Our mouths opened, one of us on both sides of his slick, hard shaft.

“Oh fuck, Sammy.”  Tristen’s head lolled back.

Dragging my tongue up his length, I engulfed his head in my mouth.  Felt her tongue slide against my lips and opened my eyes, lifted off.  Needing to kiss her.

But she licked her lips and opened her sweet, feminine mouth.  Her tongue flattened, connecting below his shaft and licking all the way to the tip.  She looked up at Tristen, opened wider, and guided him into her ethereal mouth.

He groaned, threading his hands through her messy hair.  Her nostrils flared.  Her mouth broke around him for a quick breath, one hand on his shaft and the other on his hip, and I watched his thick muscle disappear into her lips.  Her cheeks sunk in, her throat engorged as she swallowed.

“You hot, dirty bitch.”  I crouched, taking her nipple in my mouth.  My hands grasping and trailing, memorizing every line, every curve as I felt her breasts jiggle as she worked him, his groans deeper.

I gathered her hair in my hands, kissed her neck.

Tristen backed out, stroking himself as his cockhead nudged the corner of my mouth. Mascara smeared Ginnie’s eyes and cheekbones, her red-brown hair tangled in heaps.  I’d never seen anyone more beautiful.

I felt Tristen’s hand on the back of my head, realized he was guiding me to her, not to himself.  Wrapping my fingers around him, I kissed her cock-drunk mouth.  He fucked my hand hard, his hot cockhead breaking through to brush our lips, our tongues.

His groan broke us apart, making us face him as hot cum spurted against our faces.  It dripped down my lashes, my tits, my tongue, and I felt her lick my neck.

Smiling, I opened my eyes and turned toward her.  Stroked her smooth cheek, through his slippery sperm.  His cock slid through his slick on my cheek, then hers.

“Damn, Sammy,” he murmured.  “Danica’s gonna be pissed she missed this.”

I laughed and he chuckled.  Ginnie looked mildly worried.

Tristin stepped back.  Bent over and grabbed his clothes, tugged on his shirt as he watched us lazily stroke each other.  “I gotta get back.”

Standing, I hugged him good bye.

“Don’t fuck this one up,” he whispered in my ear.  Breaking away, he kissed the top of Ginnie’s head.  “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she answered.

I walked him to the front door and then returned to Ginnie, half expecting her to be dressed also.

But she was splayed out, naked on my bed.  Her fingers between her legs.  She met my eyes just as her hips arced against her palm.  “Tell me, Sammy.  Tell me you have a strap-on.”

“Oh, bitch.”  My used pussy ached, slopping as I walked to the nightstand.  I opened the bottom drawer, pulled out the straps and the thick silicone cock.  Pulling them on, I crawled onto the bed in between her thighs and dragged the phallus down her slick slash.  One hand on her hipbone, I used the other to tease the tip of my cock between her tight pussy lips.  “You need to get fucked, baby?”

Her breath was featherlight, and she writhed beneath me, her eyes pleading.  Vulnerable and filthy and beautiful.

“By you, just you.  Take me away.”