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Apparently nothing. They had been together so long that Caitlyn was finely tuned to the way Jane’s body reacted to everything, and that included this. So when those thighs stiffened and that mouth grew silent with stilled breaths? Jane was about three seconds from climaxing, and all Caitlyn had done was take charge.

“Tell me you like it,” Caitlyn teased as her hand stopped moving and she let Jane do all of the work. “Come on. You like it when I put you in your place sometimes.”

This time, Caitlyn did not quite make out what her wife said, but she knew it was a strong affirmative. Otherwise, why was Jane fucking Caitlyn’s fingers like that?

“Shit!” Jane’s hand slapped against the wall above her head. “Oh,shit,Cait!”

Caitlyn sealed that sentiment with a kiss, tasting her wife’s muffled shouts of orgasm as they spilled from one pair of lips to another. Hell, Caitlyn barely felt what happened to her hand because she was so distracted by the vibrations of her wife’s lips and how powerfully she kissed once they were on the same page. And when Jane could hardly breathe and needed to drink in the stale air of the dark room? Caitlyn kissed her throat, leaving her mark where Jane could not easily hide a lovebite using nothing but her clothes.

“Go home and tell Becca about that, huh?” Caitlyn stretched her cramped fingers once they were free from her wife’s pants. “I’d die to hear you say the phrase ‘sloppy seconds’ to her.”

“I’m not sure what that means right now.” Jane did not fix her clothes even after Caitlyn gave her some space. “Yet I have a feeling it would end with me on my back and another woman doing to me what I want to do to you right now.”

“Is that so?”

Jane pulled her closer again, the bite to Caitlyn’s lips insinuating that her wife wanted to take the power back. “Have I told you lately how much I love your preference for skirts?”

No, Caitlyn was not surprised that her wife recovered so quickly. Nor was she opposed to being urged to sit on the wooden bench in the middle of the room, where God knew what – and who – had happened in the months and years since it was last occupied. What should have bemused Caitlyn was how readily she accepted Jane getting down on her knees and rolling up the skirt that her wife carefully chose that night to be appropriate for a business meeting. Instead, she felt like this was perfectly acceptable behavior as she opened her legs and welcomed Jane’s head between them.

“Go ahead and crush me with these voluptuous thighs, Cait. I can fucking take it.”

Of course she could. Caitlyn would have never married her if Jane couldn’t handle some light face crushing.

She appreciated the view of the hills beyond the window.Yes, I suppose people could appreciate paying a chunk of change to have a party in here.That was the business side of Caitlyn’s brain playing pranks on the human side that wished she’d shut the hell up and welcome the tongue massaging her clit as if this were another night at home.

Still, wasn’t it nice to have some different scenery sometimes? It was simply too bad this place wasn’t big enough for theirfamily. Caitlyn could get used to having sex in a room with a view like this. Including the one she had when she looked down, Jane wrapping both arms around her wife’s thighs as she inhaled the woman before her.

Caitlyn didn’t have a lot of time before she likewise transcended this plane of existence. All the more reason for her to drink in the view and consider how she could make someone else’s fantasies come true.

All she had to do was agree to sign some checks. Easy enough!

Part 2

Menage a Persuasions

Chapter 10

Rebecca

With Caitlyn out in Iowa training for her pageant, it was up to Becca to go homecoming dress shopping with Cecelia, who still didn’t understand the concept of a school dance… let alone tied tofootball.

But she understood that it was a very big deal, and the few friends she had made at Winchester Academy insisted she come along. Likewise, her friends back in Hong Kong begged her to go take pictures and report back on what it was like. So it was settled. Cecelia was off to the homecoming dance that weekend, and Becca was stuck helping a teen girl shop for a dress.

“Here is a list of the dresses already purchased by other young ladies,” said Gertrude, the shopkeeper in charge of The Crimson Dove that day. According to everyone Becca knew,thiswas the place to take a girl dress shopping if she wanted to feel fancy and “in” with her peers. Many of the gowns, even the cocktail dresses, cost thousands of dollars – far out of the realm offinancial possibility for someone like Becca in high school, that was for sure. But Jane had handed her a credit card, and that was that. “Purple is a very popular color this year, but looking at your complexion, Miss Cecelia, I think we should start with a rich burgundy or deep crimson red. What do you think?”

Cecelia shrugged, attempting to hide the giddy grin that dress shopping brought her. “Sure. I also lookreallygood in black. Just saying.”

Gertude’s retail smile may have snuck past Cecelia, but Becca recognized it as the tell-tale sign that the professional shopkeeper knew better than a sophomore in high school. “Yes, I think we’ll go with a body-hugging bodice and a hem that ends above the knee. How does that sound?” she asked Becca, who was the guardian in this situation.

“Oh, she can get whatever she wants, as long as she’s decent.” Becca cleared her throat. “That sentiment comes from her aunt, by the way. Who is paying for this.”

“Of course. Be right back with some selections.”

Cecelia stood on the dais in front of three mirrors, flipping through a picture album of dresses already purchased by her fellow Winchester Academy students. “Wow, that one issopretty. I bet Opal Meyer is wearing that. It screams her.”

“Who’s that?” Becca asked for the sake of conversation.

“This popular girl in junior year. She’s said hi to me a few times, so she must be nice.”