Page 47 of Once a Month

“My first night here was the same as yours,” I say.

“You–”

“I only sat behind that woman and touched her breasts while the other woman did the rest. I guess they prefer each other,” I tell her.

“I was with them,” she says.

“What?” I ask.

“That time you weren’t here; that was who I was with.”

“Both of them?” I ask, feeling jealousy pour out of me.

“I was behind. The member was being eaten out by the woman I guess you work with. I was behind her.”

“Oh.” I say, remembering what she told me last time we were together. “You came from that?”

“She has a vibrator in the dildo,” she replies.

I move into her. I need her now. I need to touch her over and over until she no longer even remembers coming from fucking someone else.

“That got you off? Or was it fucking her while she went down on someone else?”

I pull her zipper down slowly, waiting for a response.

“It was both. And I liked it, but I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I wanted you.”

“I wanted you that first night,” I say. “I saw you watching us, and I wanted to push her off me and get to you.”

“You did?”

“It’s why I came to find you right after.”

“After she came?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“I liked listening to her come. She’s sexy,” she says.

“She is, but not as sexy as you,” I reply and slip that dress off her body.

“You’ve really only ever been with me here?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“I like that,” she says, smirking at me.

“Me too,” I reply.

“Does it bother you that I was with them when you weren’t here?”

“Yes,” I reply and shove her back on the bed.

“How much?” she asks.

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