Page 105 of Once a Month

My dress is of a tight variety. I pass her my wineglass, unzip it, and let it fall to the ground.

“Better?” I ask.

“Definitely,” she says, licking her lips.

“You don’t have to make me snacks to get me into bed,” I say as I sit down on the rug next to her.

“Really? I was hoping to impress you.”

“You’re already impressive,” I tell her.

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she hands me the skewer, and we roast our marshmallows. When she pulls hers out, I do the same. She squishes it between two graham crackers already loaded with chocolate and peanut butter and passes it to me. Then, she takes the one I roasted and repeats everything.

“Are you ready?” she asks, holding hers up.

“Sure,” I say.

We take a bite, making a big mess, and laugh as we eat. She makes us each another, and we talk a little about the change in location and how it ended up being a change for the better. Then, she packs up the stuff and places it on the table to worry about later.

“Oh, you have chocolate on your–” She points at my chest.

“I do not. I–”

Her lips land between my breasts, and I am confident there was never any chocolate there. She lowers me to the rug. Her lips move to my collarbone and then my neck.

“Smooth,” I say as she climbs on top of me.

“What? I didn’t want it to go to waste,” she says.

I laugh a little and let her kiss me wherever she wants to kiss me. Her hand roams over my stomach and my chest until she’s reaching under my back. I lift up. She unclasps my bra, and we pull it off together. Her lips move across my breasts before landing on a nipple. She’s still fully clothed, and I’m only in a thong.

“Can you–”

“Yeah,” she says, knowing what I mean.

She sits up a little and takes off her shirt.

“There they are,” I say, cupping her breasts. “I’ve missed them.”

“They’ve missed you,” she says.

“Have they not been taken care of by anyone else in my absence?” I ask.

“No, no one has taken care of them,” she says.

“Not even…”

“No, babe. I haven’t been with them since that night,” she says.

“Did I–”

“They’ve been in Europe for their anniversary for the past three weeks, but even if they had been here, I don’t want to be with them alone, babe. I only want all four of us to be together. Can we not talk about them now, though? I just want to talk about us tonight,” she says.

“Of course,” I say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

She kisses my forehead and says, “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I just missed you. Last time was fun, but we only got a little time together after they left.”

“I know. You’re right,” I say, pressing my lips between her breasts. “Let me make sure they know how much I love them.”

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