Neighbourhood Watch by Lisette Ashton Read Free Book Online

I’ve heard in years.’
    Rhona snorted. ‘Like you’re fussy about where you stick it.’
    Megan managed to avoid another choking session in response to Rhona’s outrageous remark.
    ‘I draw a line at Tanya Maxwell,’ Charlie grunted. He glanced at Megan and said, ‘But if Rhona’s letter upset you so much, if you thought she was propositioning you, why did you bother to come round here? Why not just tear up the letter and glare at us menacingly each time we passed on the street? Wouldn’t that have been the more sensible thing to do? Wouldn’t that have been the
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thing to do?’
    She hesitated between the truth and an excuse. He had left her the ideal opportunity to say that she didn’t hold with petty bickering and childlike glaring contests on street corners. She could offer the lie and come out of the conversation sounding noble and proud. But Megan thought the unexpectedly likeable couple deserved more honesty than that.
    ‘I was considering the offer,’ she admitted.
    She had intended to make the remark in a light-hearted tone that matched the mood of their conversation, but instead it came out sounding more serious than she meant, and a thick silence fell. The air in the kitchen hummed with taut sexual tension. If her words had been written for a soap opera, Megan thought, that would have been the final line before the scene cut to a commercial break.

Four
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    A COMMERCIAL BREAK played in the background from an unseen TV set outside the room, probably downstairs. But Jane Smith wasn’t listening. With Denise’s tongue pressed firmly against her sex, sliding against the labia and occasionally punching between the lips of her pussy, Jane told herself the only thing she was aware of was the pleasure.
    But that wasn’t strictly true. She could hear the advertisements, cheerful, brash and louder than the regular TV programmes. Chocolate, dishwasher tablets and car insurance were briefly elevated to a euphoric status that her mere orgasms would never attain. Determinedly, she tried to shut the sounds out and concentrate only on the slurp of Denise’s mouth against her sex.
    Above, in the newly installed mirrored ceiling over the bed, her reflection stared curiously down. Lying on the black satin sheets, with Denise’s bowed figure kneeling between her thighs, Jane thought that sight more than anything else should give her the thrill she needed to push John from her thoughts and bring her mind back to the more immediate pleasures of her arousal. She still wore her stockings, their cream bands cutting tight into her thighs and the sheer denier making her legs look slender and desirable. With the rest of her body bare she had to admit that her reflection looked sultry, glamorous and exciting. She could understand why Denise wanted her so badly, why she so urgently desired to inflict such a rigorous and thorough tongue-fucking. Yet, as much as Jane tried to lose herself in the pleasure of having Denise lap and lick at her sex, she couldn’t stop brooding over her argument with John.
    ‘He’s such a selfish bastard,’ she complained, spreading her legs a little and urging Denise to lick higher. ‘I hate that part of him. Why does it always have to be about him? Why can’t he ever be like the rest of us and think about others for a change?’ Her fingers caught a fistful of stray blonde curls and she tugged and guided her friend’s head until her tongue was probing Jane’s sex and striking sparks from her clitoris.
    ‘He just walked out?’ Denise glanced up from her homage to Jane’s pussy. Her mouth dripped with her own saliva and Jane’s musk. Her chin looked glossy, wet and kissable. ‘Where did he go?’
    ‘Fuck knows.’ Jane tried to say the words as though she didn’t care. ‘He said he was off to the pub again. But he never says which pub.’
    ‘Do you think he’s seeing someone else?’
    ‘John?’ Jane laughed at the idea. ‘He wouldn’t dare.’ A flicker of