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“Too risky,” Sally said. “I really don’t want to blow Max’s cover. I mean, I don’t know how you feel about that but—”

“I think you did the right thing!” Amy interrupted.

Sally reached for Amy’s hand.

“Are you sure?” she asked. Even though they had talked about keeping Max’s secret during their first night together, Sally wasn’t sure Amy understood how far this had spread and so she now told Amy about how, the day after the podcast interv

iew, her social media accounts had been lit up, meaning all of her friends now believed she was Jillian Ashley.

“And if my mother thinks I’m Jillian Ashley,” she went on, “then my entire family now thinks I’m Jillian Ashley.”

Amy was nodding.

“I get that,” she told Sally. “Basically, the whole world believes you wrote those books. But, baby, of course that was going to happen after you came on my show.”

“Right, but…I feel like I’m now somehow roping you into this…deception.”

“But the only reason you feel that way is because we’re dating,” Amy replied. “This whole thing with all of your friends and your mother knowing would have still happened after the show was uploaded even if we never saw each other again. The only difference is, I know the truth. And the only reason I know the truth is because you were honest enough to tell me.”

“Because I wanted to keep seeing you,” Sally said.

“And that is amazing!” Amy said, beaming a huge smile. “Because I wanted to keep seeing you as soon as you sat down in the coffeeshop.”

Once again, Sally started moving her leg against Amy’s. Amy’s eyes grew stormy with lust.

“That’s causing a reaction,” Amy whispered.

Sally could believe it. She was experiencing her own reaction.

“Is that right?” she asked.

“Very much so,” Amy confirmed.

“Let’s finish eating.

***

“Leave the shoes on,” Sally instructed.

They were at her condo again because, again, it was closer and after their dinner at Vigilucci’s, it was all they could do to keep from not having sex in Sally’s BMW as soon as the restaurant’s valet returned it.

Her heart thudding, Sally watched Amy slide her panties over her hips and then let them fall to her ankles. She then expertly stepped out of them and suddenly Sally’s breath was ragged as right before her was a gorgeous naked woman wearing only the cutest high heels.

Sally was sitting on the edge of her sofa in the living room. Her own dress was off, leaving her only wearing the purple lingerie she had chosen for tonight: a sheer-cup bra with lace straps and matching sheer panties. As Amy had undressed—slowly, provocatively—Sally had run her middle finger over her clit through the fabric of her panties, sending swoon-inducing tingles throughout her core. She had been wet throughout dinner but now she was flooded and she knew Amy could see the nice large damp spot on her underwear.

“I love how I can see your pussy through your panties,” Amy whispered.

Sally groaned.

“Put your right foot on the coffee table,” she said.

A high-heeled foot with perfectly pedicured toenails painted black clicked down atop the Scandinavian-designed coffee table and now, with Amy’s foot lifted like that, her dripping pussy was on full display for Sally.

“Oh my god, baby!” Sally slid off the sofa, onto her knees before her guest, her face level with Amy’s abdomen. The musk from Amy’s arousal wafted up into her nostrils, making her groan and salivate. But Sally wasn’t in a rush. She sat down on the floor, her legs tucked beneath her and kissed each of the toes of Amy’s right foot, running her tongue along each lacquered nail, gratified to hear Amy whimper a bit at this attention.

Sally then slid her tongue up the top of Amy’s foot and played it along the edge of the strap of Amy’s shoe. Meanwhile, her hand traveled up Amy’s leg, stopping at her thigh.

“Sally…” Amy moaned and Sally spared a look up at her date, seeing that Amy had her head thrown back, her mouth open and her eyes shut, huffs of excited breath escaping from between her lips.