Page 78 of Bad for Me

“I want you…”

“I know…and that’s exactly why we need to stop.”

I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to stomp my foot and demand that she be with me. But I knew that wouldn’t happen for multiple reasons. I didn’t know what upset me the most, that she was rejecting me or the fact that she was worried about her husband or anyone else finding out about this.

“Go home, Mary. Go home like the good girl I know you are.”

“I don’twantto be a good girl.” I sounded like a petulant teenager, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t lose her. I’d make her mine, even if it was the hard way.

“Sure, you do,” she teased, walking out of her office, leaving a trail of apple shampoo behind her.

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Ava

I was three glasses of wine deep, and Matt had long been asleep. I sipped the Pinot with earthy tones and a blueberry finish. My body was warm and tingly, and as I waited for the dial up to connect me to the internet, I secretly wished that I had invited Mary inside.

Matt would have never been the wiser—self-absorbed, anyway. He wouldn’t have questioned a cheerleader stopping by. Rebecca often did when she was fighting with her parents and he never batted an eye.

I let myself enjoy a little fantasy as the dial up hummed and beeped. Mary on her back in my over-sized tub and me torturing her with a hands-free water wand.

The AOL door-opening sounded, and I was pleased to see quite a few people in my favored chat room:Women Wanting Women

Matt and I didn’t share passwords, so this small guilty pleasure was something I allowed myself on the contingency that I didn’t snoop around on him.

There were rumors of Matt getting too flirty with students. One girl even claimed he asked her to show him her tits for an A on her final. Nothing was proven and Matt walked away from the accusations with nothing but a slap on the wrist. If that was me, however, I doubted I’d have got off that easily.

Online now:AmbrosiaintheSun

I clicked her name, selecting IM from the menu.

DeliverusfromAva:Hello, beautiful

AmbrosiaintheSun:Hello, mistress

DeliverusfromAva:Can we meet tomorrow night at the cabin? Say…6pm?

AmbrosiaintheSun:Yes, please. I’d like that.

DeliverusfromAva:I can’t wait to lay you on my bed and taste you again.

A long pause before she responded and my pussy clenched, thinking of her.

AmbrosiaintheSun:Maybe we can take the mask off this time? I can pleasure you with my tongue.

DeliverusfromAva:I’m not sure how I feel about that…I’ll think on it.

AmbrosiaintheSun:Whatever you please, mistress. Xoxoxoxxx

I exited the chat, looking over my shoulder to make sure Matt was still asleep.

I wanted to let her taste me, I really did. Now more than ever, now that my own fingers just weren’t enough anymore. I wanted to feel a woman’s mouth on me desperately—but now that I was tangled up with Mary, I almost felt guilty meeting up with Ambrosia again. The flings were becoming obsolete…and I craved more of an emotional connection with my lovers. Mary had really opened Pandora’s box.

And there were worms everywhere.

Would I face her this time? Or was I going to continue being a coward and ignore my deepest desires?

I clicked off the computer desk lamp, walking into the dimly lit kitchen and placing my empty wineglass on the counter.

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