Page 46 of Once a Month

“Yes,” she says.

“Hey, you two,” my friend says.

Damn it. Go away, you guys. I want her tonight.

“Hi. Off to a room?” I say so as not to be rude.

I love my friends; they’re amazing people. I just don’t want anything to get in the way of me being with her tonight.

“Yeah. You guys, too?”

“Yes.”

“Find us later, maybe?” my friend asks, and I recognize her tone.

She wants me to find them later. If we both do, that would be fine, too, but she wants me there. I turn to the woman next to me since she’s the paying customer. She nods a little, but it’s not exactly convincing.

“We’ll walk up with you,” I say.

Once we’re upstairs, they head into a room and leave the door open, as always. We find an open room down the hall that’s smaller than the master we had last time, but I don’t need much space to make her come.

“Should I close the door?” I ask as she enters the room.

“Do you want to keep it open?”

“It doesn’t really matter what I want.”

She walks back to me and closes the door herself.

“Can it just be us tonight? Maybe another time, we can leave it open, but I just want you tonight.”

“Sure,” I say.

“Do you want that, though? I know you don’t mind people watching us since we’ve left the door open before when we were with the other two, but it’s different when it’s just us, I think.”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

She removes my jacket and says, “You can tell me. You can tell me what you want. I want to know.”

“I don’t exactly know what I want,” I say.

She places her hands on my chest under my half-buttoned shirt and leaves them there. I put my hands on her lower back.

“You don’t have to answer this, but maybe start with what you’ve done with other people that you liked.”

“Other people?”

“At these things,” she says.

“Other members?” I ask.

“Yeah. I don’t know if I should ask about the other people you’ve been with outside of these things. Doesn’t seem fair. But if there’s something you’ve done, and you want to do it with me, I’d like to.”

I bite my lower lip as she massages one breast and undoes the buttons of my shirt with her other hand. I love her hands on my breasts. Sometimes, I think I might come just from her touching me there.

“You’re the only person I’ve been with at these things outside of that woman you saw me with, but that was all I did with her,” I admit.

She pulls back, removing her hands, and says, “What do you mean?”

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