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“Get the fuck out of here!” Chloë exclaimed, as the others also reacted in various ways.

After a few moments, Vanessa again held up her hands.

“Now…all of you here mean a lot to me and Megan. Some of you we’ve known for a long time; others only a short while, but you’re all here tonight because we both enjoy spending time with you. So, we’re hoping that, if you can, you all will be guests at our destination wedding in Tahiti!”

That’s when the screaming and squeals of delight started from all the women present.

Krissy couldn’t believe it.

“Babe, we’re definitely going!” she said, looking up at Becca.

“Fuck, yeah, we are!” Becca agreed. “Us on a beach with Mai Tais? Count me in.”

***

Krissy restricted herself to only one cup of Chloë’s punch because she didn’t want to end up blind drunk with no memory at all of tonight. The way Krissy saw it, every day and night with Becca as of two weeks ago was special, not to be missed because of overindulgence.

However, one cup of that punch was more than enough to keep Krissy revved up. It truly was like an aphrodisiac and she resolved to ask Chloë for the recipe. By the time they had left the Queen’s castle, Krissy’s center was tingling, her panties wet, her nipples marble.

Fortunately, the drive home was short. As promised, Becca did the driving and for some reason, that just made Krissy hotter. She figured it had to do with the protectiveness Becca was showing for her. Tall, strong, sexy-as-fuck Becca making sure her woman got home safely.

Yum!

Krissy wanted Becca looking out for her for the rest of her life. She wasn’t a helpless or even a careless woman by any means, but she just loved the idea of Becca always keeping an eye out for her, doing things like demanding her car keys—well, car fob, actually, given that her Mercedes had a push-button starter—if there was the slightest chance she might drink too much.

Once the Mercedes had been parked in her garage and they had

entered the house, Krissy didn’t waste any time. In the living room, she took Becca’s hand and led her to the sofa. Sitting down, Krissy then had Becca straddle her lap before beginning to kiss her hungrily.

“Is this the effect of Chloë’s aphrodisiac?” Becca asked when the kiss broke, a small smile curving her lips.

“You know I don’t need an aphrodisiac to get excited for you,” Krissy said, cocking an eyebrow. “I am constantly in a state of wanting to devour you!”

This was true. Krissy remembered being a little worried after she and Becca had had sex the first few times that once having had Becca, she’d lose interest in Becca. That was her track record, after all. Usually, after having sex with any one of her various fuck buddies for a night or two, she’d have that woman out of her system, content to let weeks or months pass before seeing whoever it happened to be again.

But thankfully that hadn’t happened with Becca, and Krissy knew why: She absolutely loved this woman and could no longer imagine her life without her.

“Take your shirt off,” Krissy said to Becca who quickly complied. Because the peasant top Becca had been wearing was off-the-shoulder, Becca had on a strapless bra beneath it and Krissy now nestled her face between the two mounds that were pushed-up slightly by the bra, smelling Becca’s perfume, knowing from years of watching her get ready to go out that Becca always applied a drop of scent between her breasts.

“Becca?” Krissy murmured.

“Yes, sweetie?” Becca replied.

“I am going to love you forever,” Krissy said, planting a light kiss on one of Becca’s breasts.

Krissy felt Becca’s chest heave against her face as Becca gasped in delight.

“Oh, sweetie,” Becca whispered. “I think we started loving each other forever from the first moment we met.”

Krissy’s eyes began flooding.

Such a silly quick crier…

She found the clasp to Becca’s bra and unhooked it. With those spectacular breasts now freed, Krissy brought her mouth to one nipple as the first tears started falling. As she sucked the pink bud, she tasted not only Becca, but the salt of her tears, baptizing Becca with the depths of her love.

For twenty minutes Krissy lavished attention on Becca’s breasts. For some reason tonight, she was fixated on them. She wondered if Chloë was such an expert mixologist that she had crafted tonight’s potion to make any woman who drank it obsessed with their girlfriend’s boobs. If that was the case, good job Chloë, because Krissy felt like she couldn’t get enough of Becca’s right now.

So, she suckled them, she squeezed them and she bit the hardened nipples. She licked every inch of them, as well, even lifting each one to get her tongue underneath them.