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What the heck was going on? And why was Bree suddenly hesitant to move?

Below, the woman cried out in pleasure, and despite telling herself not to, Bree glanced down. The man had shifted down the woman’s body, his tongue lapping at her. The woman moaned again, her hard nipples thrust high into the air as she rode an obvious wave of pleasure. Stan’s tongue came out, and Bree saw him stick it inside her.

Heat tingled along Bree’s thighs.

 

; Jeez, she was turned on.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

Bree’s mind had gone numb. It took her a moment to realize Tina meant Stan’s friend.

“I think I need to leave,” Bree said, turning away.

Her companion stepped in front of her.

“Do you want to be kissed like her, Bree?”

Chapter Four

Bree froze.

Did she? She’d often wondered what it’d be like to be with another woman. Lord, in recent months she’d even wondered if she should give it a try.

“Do you want to be touched?” the woman asked.

“What?” Bree asked, the instant jolt that hit her—a jolt of sexual arousal—was such a shock that she couldn’t move.

“I want to kiss you.”

“No.”

The woman stepped forward. “Please,” she asked.

Move, Bree. Move now.

“I don’t think—”

“Don’t think,” Tina said, sticking out her tongue and dragging it along Bree’s lower lip.

Good Lord.

“Let me kiss you,” Tina said, swiping her tongue along Bree’s lower lip again. “All over,” she said, moving closer, and then closer still, her tongue and teeth working Bree’s mouth.

Move, Bree.

But that sweet mouth had captured Bree’s bottom lip, tugged on it, made Bree feel things, want things she shouldn’t want.

Oh, Jeez.

It’d been long, so damn long, since anyone had kissed her.

They were body to body now, just like the two women downstairs, Tina dragging the edge of Bree’s peasant blouse down and then finding her nipple, squeezing it, working the tip that hardened beneath her expert touch. She bent and took Bree’s breast in her mouth, and the sight of Tina tugging on her nipple, of her mouthing it, flicking her tongue over the tip, Jeez, it turned her on.

And that was so strange, a part of Bree realized. She’d always been very firmly heterosexual.

“Let me kiss you between your legs,” Tina begged.

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