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Done! Get over here! Bring pie! (Insert lesbian joke here.)

Becca smiled. Krissy had told her she should be done with her day’s work at around four and so she was already dressed and

ready to go. She put down her Kindle. She hadn’t actually been reading on it anyway because her mind had been so distracted with the anticipation of getting to do all sorts of lascivious things with Krissy. Getting up off the sofa, she went into the kitchen to retrieve the coconut cream pie she had made after returning from her run with Ainsley. Next, she grabbed her overnight bag, waiting for her on the dining room table.

After double-checking that she had left Mrs. O’Leary plenty of food and water, Becca waved goodbye to the cat, who stood there looking at her with a rather impatient look on her face, obviously eager for the human to leave so she could have the house to herself.

A few minutes later, Krissy answered her front door wearing a dark-green satin kimono robe and Becca licked her lips.

“Hi,” Krissy said.

“Hi,” Becca answered.

“Get in here!” Krissy said, pulling on the belt holding up Becca’s denim cut-offs and then kicking the door shut. “Put all this shit down!”

Laughing, Becca just dropped her overnight duffel bag wherever on the floor and then placed the container bearing the pie on the entryway table. Thus freed of her burdens, Becca then was delighted when Krissy was all over her, pressing her up against the door and kissing her deeply, urgently.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Krissy said breathlessly when their lips separated.

“I’ve missed you too,” Becca said, just as breathlessly. “Now shut up and keep kissing me.”

This time, Becca grabbed hold of Krissy’s satin-covered ass and squeezed as they kissed. Krissy, meanwhile, brought one of her hands to Becca’s chest, feeling her up over the Carlsbad Fire Department T-shirt she was wearing.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” Krissy said, keeping her lips in contact with Becca’s.

“Would you like me to put one on?” Becca asked.

“Do and you die,” Krissy warned. She started peppering Becca’s neck with kisses, still fondling a breast over the tee. “What did you do today?” she asked.

“Went for a run with Ainsley,” Becca murmured and then moaned when Krissy kissed that spot on her neck.

“Fucking Ainsley,” Krissy said, still lavishing attention on Becca’s throat. “Trying to steal another one of my women.”

Becca chuckled.

“Oh, another one, huh?” she asked, tangling her fingers in Krissy’s hair. “Who was the first?”

Krissy started explaining.

“Well…” Kiss. “…I had a crush…” Kiss. “…on Rachel…” Kiss. “…for about five minutes. Then Ainsley swooped in and stole her away from me.”

Becca laughed.

“I got news for you, sweetie,” she said. “You never had a chance with Rachel.”

Krissy stopped her kissing and looked up at her, smiling.

“That’s okay,” she said. “She wasn’t the one I really wanted anyway.”

Becca groaned and kissed her girlfriend.

“Now, enough talk about Ainsley and Rachel,” she said when they broke.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Krissy raked her teeth on Becca’s jawline.