It only took a few minutes before a powerful orgasm rolled through her. She flailed against me, shuddering and shaking even as she continued to chase my fingers. I felt the wetness of her arousal dripping down my hand as she came with a long moan that I was fairly certain Cassie would hear outside.
“Darla. Oh!”
I teased her through the aftershocks until she stopped moving, collapsing against me with a deep, satisfied sigh.
“You’re really good at getting people going,” she whispered dreamily, her head on my shoulder.
“I’m really good at gettingyougoing,” I corrected.
Removing my hand from her panties, I couldn’t help but bring my fingers to my mouth, closing my eyes in pleasure as I tasted her cream.
Then I heard a noise and gave Kathryn a sharp tap on the ass, making her jump.
“You’d better get yourself together unless you want to give Cassie a show. She’s heading back to the house.”
She jumped off me with a squeak, grabbing her coffee and making a beeline for the bedroom.
Kathryn
I’d had the best orgasm of my life while fully clothed. That was a surprise. Then again, everything with Darla was intense. My body was still humming with pleasure from coming five minutes ago, but already I was craving more of Darla’s touch. But this wasn’t the time or the place.
I took a quick shower, then realized I had a bigger problem.
“We need to go shopping.”
Cassie and Darla looked up from whatever they were staring at on Darla’s laptop.
“Shopping?” Darla sounded like she’d never heard the word before. “For what?”
“I can’t keep wearing the same few outfits,” I said. “I need to replace some of the clothes that got blown up with my condo.”
“Can’t you just order some?” Darla asked.
“Not if I want them to fit properly. I need to try stuff on. I go between sizes depending on the brand.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Darla said.
“All of my clothes are gone,” I said. “I’ve got three pairs of underwear, one of which I’m wearing. I need to go shopping.”
“I love shopping,” Cassie agreed. “I’ll go with you guys. It should be fine with three of us there, don’t you think Darla?”
Cassie was a pretty blonde with pouty lips and a fit but curvy body. Darla had mentioned that they’d been stationed together for a while and had become pretty good friends, which was why when Darla moved to Seattle and applied for the job at Sapphic Security she suggested that Cassie do the same.
“I don’t know why, but you look so familiar to me,” I said to Cassie when she noticed me staring at her.
She rolled her eyes, but I had the sense it wasn’t at me.
“I look a lot like my father. He was the quarterback for the Seattle football team for many years, and now he anchors the national football games on Monday nights.”
“Your father is Anson Weatherby?” I asked in surprise.
“Yeah.”
“He must be excited that you’ve moved to Seattle then,” I said.
I kept up with enough sports to know that Anson had stayed in Seattle after his retirement.
“I’m not sure if he even knows where I live,” she said dismissively, telling me there was more to that story. “Are you guys ready to go shopping or what?”