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while she thrust her tongue into June’s mouth. She peeled away June’s yoga

pants, then worked her t-shirt over her head.

June pulled at Arabella’s thong so hard that the fabric burned her hips.

She nearly tore June’s underwear clean off. June was a master at unhooking

even the toughest of sports bras and she made quick work of Arabella’s.

June’s was more difficult and it rasped over her nose so hard that the end of

it actually bounced back into place as Arabella frantically tore it off.

“Ouch.” June rubbed her nose. “I’m kidding, it’s fine.”

“Oh, thank goodness. Which way’s the bathroom?” Arabella panted.

The air suddenly seemed thin, and Arabella could barely drag in enough

air to keep the black spots from dancing before her eyes. June’s eyes blazed

with heated desire as she pointed down the hall.

“That way.” She wrapped her arms around Arabella’s waist possessively

and tugged her to her. Hard. Their knees clashed and their arms tangled as

they walked backwards, kissing each other feverishly down the length of

the hall.

June was steering. She was quite adept at it, and they made it into the

bathroom without anyone getting a bruised tailbone or stubbed toe from

bumping into something. June flicked on the light.

There was a small window in the bathroom, with the heavy yellow drapes

closed for privacy. The shower was a huge, ancient, glass contraption with

brown and yellow floral tile. The showerhead had been replaced. It was

new and chrome. The floor in the bathroom was tiled too, a yellow, also

with flowers, that clashed tremendously with the shower. The sink and toilet

were both that burnt yellow color that was supposed to be so warm and

inviting in the seventies. It was a big bathroom, and in its day this house

must have been the pride of the block.

“I love it.” Arabella gave her praise easily. “I really do.”

June looked darkly at the shower. “My goal is to help you love it even

more as I show you all the ways I can make you come.”