Page 73 of Renascence
“No….”
She gasps, nails digging into my thigh.
“The girls by the fire… what are they doing?” I ask.
“They’re… one’s fingering the other.”
“Like I’m doing to you?”
“Yes, but… with two fingers.”
I insert two fingers into her tight pussy, biting into her shoulder as I pump them in and out.
“Oh… I’m going to come,” she squeaks.
I return to her clit, concentrating on the little bud as Emily stiffens in my arms. She struggles to suppress a moan, both hands now gripping my thighs. Making her come is one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done and probably ever will do. It’s magical.
When she stops shaking, she turns to face me, a satisfied smile in place.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I’ve been told a time or two,” I reply with a smirk.
“Good, because I know what I want to do next.”
“What’s that?”
“A girl.”
I’m shocked into silence. I have no idea how to reply, because I certainly never expected this.It has to be the tequila talking, right?Does she really want a threesome?
“Emily—”
“Hey, you two! If you’re done fucking, the food’s ready!”
***Emily***
Humiliated doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I bury my face in Venom’s chest, wishing I could hide here forever.Someone saw us!Not to mention what I asked for. I’m not into girls, never thought of them in that way. Ever. I’ve never even watched lesbian porn. One little live show and now I want to star in one?
“Fuck off, asshole!” Venom booms, the vibrations of his voice thumping in his chest. “It’s okay, Em. Don’t worry, he didn’t see anything.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s just trying to get back at me for something. Come on, let’s go inside.”
I follow dejectedly, keeping my head down. If he wasn’t holding my hand, I’d probably bump into everyone and everything. We duck into a bathroom, and he allows me to clean up and put my underwear on.
Back in the bar area, an older man and woman are serving the food. The man looks a lot like Gage. I don’t need anyone to tell me they’re related.
“That’s Chopper and Nita,” Venom says. “Gage’s father and aunt.” He motions to another older woman exiting the kitchen. “That’s Millie. She’s with Chopper.”
“Oh, I’ve seen her before. She owns the diner.”
“That’s right.”
“Drink?” a voice asks from behind me. I don’t want to turn around because it’s the same voice from outside.
Fuck. I just want to crawl into a dark, dank hole.
