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“And I think you would have liked that.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come…”

“No one is here,” Megan whispered into Vanessa’s ear. “Let me hear you come. Let me hear you.”

Vanessa came undone with a cry, slamming her ass back against Megan, driving those fingers in as far as they could go. She cried out again and Megan was sure it could be heard out on the street. But she didn’t care. She was on the verge of orgasming herself at the thought of some random passerby learning what Vanessa sounded like when she came.

Megan kept her fingers inside Vanessa until the climax ran its course and then slowly withdrew them. She instantly brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean, realizing how much she had missed this taste after going only one night without it.

“Wow!” Vanessa said shakily, her hands still on the counter as she caught her breath.

“Yeah, wow,” Megan agreed, feeling deliriously pleased with herself. “And with that, I have to go.”

Vanessa turned around and pulled her in for a quick kiss.

“If that’s the payment I get for a stupid Americano,” Vanessa began, “I can’t wait to see what a cappuccino is worth to you.”

***

On the drive out of town, her car’s tou

chscreen told her that her sister, Molly, was calling.

Rolling her eyes, Megan tapped Answer.

“Hey, sis,” she greeted cheerily. It was possible—barely possible—that Molly was calling just to shoot the breeze with her big sister.

“Mom thinks you’re upset with her because of some gay women in the park the other day?” Molly replied.

So much for that idea.

“Of course, I’m upset with her,” Megan answered. “I always get upset around narrow-minded bigots.”

“Jesus, Megan! A little harsh!”

“Not harsh enough,” Megan insisted.

“Mom and Dad are just…that way,” Molly added.

“Molly, why are you defending her? Oh, wait, never mind…I forgot who I’m talking to. Mini Mom.”

Megan almost regretted how spitefully that came out, especially as she knew that that particular jibe irked Molly to no end, but the truth was the truth. Molly had always been her parents’ apologist.

“You know I hate it when you call me that!” Molly said in a high-pitched voice, and suddenly it was if Megan was talking to her sixteen-year-old baby sis rather than a grown woman of twenty-two about to get married.

“I’m sorry,” Megan said, only half meaning it.

“Why is it such a big deal to you anyway?” Molly asked. “So Mom went off about some lesbians. Who cares? Did she confront them? Attack them? No. It’s just how she is.”

Megan gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles lost all color.

Why was it a big deal? Did she seriously ask that?

“It’s a big deal, Molls, because even though people like Mom may not physically attack gay people, they still allow hatred to exist by not keeping their outdated and stupid opinions to themselves and by not even trying to view things differently. And by even just voicing their bigoted opinions, they give other small-minded people justification for actually attacking gays. Why do I have to tell you this? God, did you grow up in the 1850s also?”

“Shut up!”

“No, you shut up!”