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I don’t tell her not to call me baby because I like it when she says this.

I don’t tell her not to touch me because it feels so damn good when she does.

“Yes.”

“Have you thought about me?”

“Every day.”

I think of Clara’s question to me in the car and realize I want to ask Jessica now.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

Her hands are on my waist now, and her eyes lock onto mine.

“Every time.”

I lick my lips. She thinks about me. She runs her hands over her own body, playing with her breasts and teasing her way down to her soft pussy while she thinks about me being the one to touch her. That’s what she does. That’s what she’s been doing this whole time.

My mouth suddenly feels dry.

“And do you make yourself come when you think about me?”

She leans closer, her lips hovering over mine.

“Every time,” she repeats.

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Jessica

Kissing her would be wrong, but I no longer want to be right, and I bring my mouth to hers. It’s no surprise to me that Toni kisses me back, eagerly and greedily. We both need this. We both want this. It feels like a mix between a hate-fuck and a one night stand, but I’m not going to question that right now. Instead, I’m going to let us have this moment. I’m going to stop thinking and just feel.

I’m just going to feel.

My hands glide up her hips until I’m cupping her soft, full breasts. They feel good in my hands. Right. My thumbs find their way to her nipples, and I twirl those hard buds until she groans and thrusts her pelvis toward me.

“How wet is that soft pussy right now, Toni?”

“Wetter than it should be.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you,” she whispers.