spread fire through her veins, and she could feel her panties dampening with her own arousal.
Anna groaned a little more as she started to kiss between the valley of her breasts and then she traced her tongue around Anna’s nipple. Anna could feel Stacy as she worked her nipple over, reaching up to play with the next. She lifted Stacy’s skirt with her hand as she felt that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She smiled a little bit as she arched, pushing her breasts into Stacy’s mouth.
She started to part her lips as she rubbed Stacy’s clit, making her moan against her nipple as she went to the other one. She started to roll her clit between her fingers, and Stacy was lost in the way that it felt. Stacy started to suck on her nipples, still massaging her breasts as she felt Anna work over her clit before sliding her fingers down her wet slit and into her tight, wanting pussy. She closed her eyes, blowing on Anna’s now wet, hardened nipple. Anna curled her fingers inside of her, and she couldn’t help but to shake a little, biting her lip.
“God, you’re getting good at this.” Stacy purred as she could feel Anna starting to curl her fingers inside of her pussy, and she bit her lip to keep from getting too loud. She pulled away from her breast, and grinned as Anna started to slide her fingers out, knowing that now wasn’t the time.
“We need to finish dinner.” Stacy said, and she kissed Anna gently, making her realize just how much she loved Stacy’s soft, gentle kisses. She remembered how Don’s stubble had scratched against her when he kissed her, but all she could feel now was Stacy’s soft, persistent lips before Stacy broke the kiss. She stepped away, and handed Anna her shirt and bra.
“I’ll get to chopping up the meat. Pull out the marinade for me, won’t you?” She said, still smiling, and Anna just nodded a little bit as she slipped her clothes back on. She pulled out a teriyaki sauce, handing it to Stacy as she started to chop the chicken up for dinner. She hated the way that Stacy made her wait.
Chapter 3
The rest of the day seemed to pass in a haze for her, and she could smell the food as it simmered. She stirred a little bit before looking around to Stacy who was popping open an orange soda and handing it to her playfully even though she knew she hated anything orange flavored. She couldn’t help but to giggle, reaching past her to get a root beer.
“You have horrible tastes.” Stacy teased her, and Anna shook her head.
“Then you must be horrible.” She said softly, and that’s when they heard the front door open.
Turning, they both saw as an exhausted Don walked in. That guilt welled up inside of Anna all over again, and she watched as Stacy took one more sip of her soda, starting to sway her way over to him seductively, planting a kiss on his lips just as she had kissed her earlier. She could almost feel the tingling all over again just thinking about it.
“Welcome home, my love.” Stacy said, and it nearly put a knife through Anna’s heart, even though she refused to show it. She smiled a little anyways, whispering a welcome home.
“The food smells delicious. You two must have been busy.” He said teasingly, and Stacy sunk to her knees in front of him.
“I can show you busy.” She purred, and Anna smiled a little as she watched Stacy start to unbutton his pants as he raised an eyebrow, but he couldn’t hide that he was getting hard.
As his cock sprung out in front of her face, Anna turned to the food to low, and Stacy turned to her. She crooked her finger, telling Anna to come, and all Don could do was raise an eyebrow as if questioning it. Anna sunk to her knees right next to Stacy, who started to kiss one side of Don’s cock as he groaned above them. All Anna could see was Stacy’s eyes on hers as she kissed the other side of his cock, starting to lick over the shaft as her hand reached up to rub his balls, touching Stacy’s as she did
Lisa Mondello, L. A. Mondello