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Casey’s mother nodded.

“I understand,” she said. “You should also know that Casey has agreed to move back to Florida to be nearer to us and the rest of her family. That is, whenever she’s released.”

“That’s probably for the best,” Ainsley said. Then, she added, “You’re a good woman, Mrs. Langostine.”

***

“Oh my god, you look amazing!” Ainsley gushed.

It was Saturday, the night of the release party at La Vida Mocha for Sally’s new Jillian Ashley lesfic novel. Ainsley had had to go into work today for an emergency appendectomy on a seventy-year-old male, which was highly unusual, not to mention dangerous. What was a routine procedure when performed on a twelve-year-old was incredibly more difficult with an elderly patient on the table, with a much higher mortality rate to boot. Fortunately, the patient survived, though it had been dicey at a couple of points.

Afterwards, Ainsley had had plenty of time to get home to her place, shower, shave and change for the party before heading to Rachel’s to pick her up.

Her girlfriend had answered the door wearing an amazing butter-yellow spaghetti strap lace mini dress and high heels. Ainsley couldn’t help licking her lips at the sight, especially at the way Rachel’s skin just seemed to glow with the lotion she had applied—lotion which enveloped her in a fragrant cloud of floral scents.

Stepping into the house, Ainsley pressed Rachel against the foyer wall and bent her head down to kiss her glossed lips.

Rachel, her arms around Ainsley’s neck groaned and when they eventually broke for air, she said, “God, I was hoping you’d have this reaction.”

“How could I not?” Ainsley breathed.

Another kiss, this one more demanding. God, this woman just made Ainsley crazy with desire, no matter what she was wearing, but especially when she was dressed like this.

“Sorry to kiss away your carefully applied lip gloss,” Ainsley said with a smirk.

“It’s okay, I can reapply,” Rachel assured her.

Ainsley groaned.

She quickly took hold of both of Rachel’s arms, lifted them above her head and pinned them against the wall, making Rachel her captive. Rachel was looking up at her, fire in her eyes.

“You are going to reapply,” Ainsley said, staring down at her. “And then I’ve got plans for your lips.”

Rachel gasped.

“Is that right?”

“Be a good girl and come on…”

Ainsley noticed Rachel’s purse on her entryway table and grabbed it as she led Rachel by the hand to the living room. Once there, Ainsley handed her the purse and then sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs.

“Reapply,” she told the still standing Rachel.

Biting her bottom lip, Rachel opened the purse and quickly extracted the tube of shimmering pink lip gloss. Dropping the bag on the coffee table, Rachel unscrewed the top off the tube and pulled out the tiny brush. Without once breaking eye contact with Ainsley, she swiftly and expertly guided the brush over her two lips, recoating them.

Watching it, Ainsley’s clit throbbed. A woman applying lipstick was always something she found incredibly erotic and after seeing it done now, by this particular woman, she was already flooded.

“Step closer,” Ainsley said.

Rachel took one step forward.

With her left hand, Ainsley pointed to the floor, covered by an area rug.

“Knees.”

Rachel gasped but obeyed, dropping to her knees before Ainsley.

Ainsley lifted the hem of her teal mini cocktail dress and then spread her legs. Rachel’s eyes locked onto Ainsley’s crotch. Ainsley knew what Rachel was seeing: a nude lace thong she had bought that day she had gone shopping with Krissy.