Monday, March 31, 2014

Butterfly Girl and Truth or Dare, two short stories by Anne Brooke

Here’s a new short story double-shot from Anne Brooke:

Butterfly Girl and Truth or Dare
By Anne Brooke
Copyright 2014 by Anne Brooke
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Cover Design by Dara England
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, dialogue and events in this book are wholly fictional, and any resemblance to companies and actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Butterfly Girl
It started in innocence and ended somewhere else. Abi Huntingdon was unhappy, though it took her a while to understand this. She appeared to have a full life, working part-time for the local museum, having a relatively trouble-free marriage, seeing her small group of friends on a regular basis for coffee or occasionally lunch, and doing voluntary work for her local women’s group.
The trouble with all this was that Abi was bored. Not terribly bored, but just enough that if someone had asked her for one word to describe her life, the word which would have leapt at once to her mind was: dissatisfaction. A gnawing feeling that wouldn’t go away, no matter how often she told herself not to be ridiculous.
Even her husband Bill, never the most perceptive of men, had noticed. His answer to the problem was simple. He bought Abi her own computer. She knew this made perfect sense to him as he spent many happy hours playing games on his own computer in his office space at home, and no doubt doing many other things she didn’t wish to know about on it. Abi had always supposed a computer was something men liked and women didn’t.
It didn’t take her long to find out how untrue this was. After Bill had taken time out from his sign-writing business to show her how to access the social networking sites and make new online friends, Abi took to it fairly well. She enjoyed “meeting” people from all over the world and chatting, about everything and nothing. After a couple of months, she was an old hand at the game; she knew when to accept friendship and when not to; when to quietly lose a contact and when to search them out and make sure they were alright. She felt confident and happy, although with all the online networking she seemed to have less time for her husband. Still, that was his fault and he only had himself to blame for her new-found hobby. Sometimes, she couldn’t wait for him to leave in the mornings, so she could chat on the computer without worrying about him. Naturally, on occasions, her eagerness for him to be gone led to rows.
It was one of those mornings when the atmosphere between Abi and Bill had been chilly that she “met” Tina. She logged in as usual, feeling the familiar relaxation of her shoulders when the front door clicked shut, and saw a new friendship request email from her favourite networking site.
It wasn’t the sort of friendship request Abi normally accepted, as Tina gave no information about herself, nor her reasons for contacting Abi, and all her email said was, hi, would you like to meet me? However, the argument with Bill had drained her and she felt the need for something different, for taking a chance on finding friendship where she least expected it. Most of all, Abi accepted Tina’s offer of friendship because she loved the girl’s avatar; it showed a woman’s back in a summer cornfield surrounded by butterflies. It looked magical and peaceful and she typed hello, it would be nice to meet you almost before she’d read the little she could see of Tina’s profile.
Tina replied quickly, something along the lines of how much she liked Abi’s photo and thought her life sounded great. That made Abi smile. A week or so went by, with at least daily contact with Tina, who didn’t give much of herself away, but otherwise seemed pleasant. Abi looked forward to chatting with her new and mysterious online friend; it relaxed her in a way nothing else seemed to.
One afternoon, after a hell of a day at the museum, Abi came home, threw off her coat, poured herself a chilled white wine and listened to her husband’s voicemail apology that he would be working late, again. She didn’t mind; the last thing she wanted was any conversation with him. So she logged on and found Tina online.
Hi there, just back from work, DREADFUL day, don’t ask! she typed. How are you?
A few moments passed and then came Tina’s reply: Poor you, so sorry to hear that. I’m fine, babe, but tell me what happened. I want to know…
Abi proceeded to tell her, in succinct sentences, exactly how the caretaker had managed to all but ruin a display, the lighting had broken in the bathroom, and the till had refused to play nice. After every item, Tina cut in with a line of sad faces.
And suddenly in the middle of this straightforward conversation, Tina typed: You sound so rough. Would you like some gentle kisses?
Abi’s skin turned cold and she blinked. Her fingers froze over the keyboard and the air around her went still. She hadn’t seen that coming. She hadn’t seen any of it. What should she do? By rights, she should block Tina at once and turn off her computer. She was a married woman, and she didn’t need this kind of approach.
Still, when her fingers went to type the words her mind told her she should say, they didn’t happen. Instead, she typed: Yes, please. That would be nice.
In the silence while she waited for Tina’s response, Abi felt her whole world turning. She shouldn’t be doing this. She should be preparing dinner, waiting for Mike’s phone call telling her when he was leaving work. A thousand and one important domestic acts awaited her, and yet she was here. Would Tina reply? Was it all a joke and she’d misunderstood? Perhaps she should stop being so dirty, turn off the computer, cool down and get on with her life.
Lovely. Where would you like my kisses, Abi? I really like you and I want you to be happy.
Abi let out a breath. She squirmed on the chair and tried to calm down. Where did she want to be kissed? She should respond before Tina thought she’d gone. She didn’t want to go.
Thank you. I love to be kissed on my shoulders and breasts.
Anywhere else?
Yes. I enjoy being kissed between my legs too.
No time elapsed at all before Tina’s reply. In your cunt?
That’s nice. I love the thought of kissing your cunt, and your breasts and shoulders too. Can I touch you there, Abi, with my fingers as well as my lips and tongue? Please say yes.
Alright, yes. But, please, Abi wrote, her fingers missing keys in the growing excitement and terror, my husband will be calling me soon. I mustn’t miss his call. And anyway, I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sorry. I’ve never been unfaithful to him before, please forgive me.
Oh honey, you’re not being unfaithful to him now, and I really admire you for that btw. We’re just talking, enjoying each other’s company online. Playing a little game together, if you like. It’s perfectly harmless. When will your husband be back?
This time, Abi got up. She walked around the spare room, studied the books and ran her hands through her hair. Glancing at the computer, she saw Tina had typed: You okay, honey? Are you still there?
Almost experimentally, Abi slipped her hand under her shirt and smoothed it over her nipple. It hardened almost at once. She sat down at the keyboard again.
Yes, I’m here, she typed. I-I just felt uncertain for a moment, that’s all. Had to get up and walk around. I’m very new at this, I-I feel apprehensive.
She hadn’t typed a stammer before, but it felt right. Tina’s answer reassured her:
That’s okay, hon. I love how honest you are. You’re so very special. I missed you though. But no need to feel worried. I’ll always look after you—want to make you happy. When will your husband return?
He said on the message he’d call in about half an hour.
That’s lovely, that’s plenty of time. Abi, what are you wearing? I want to visualise how beautiful you look.
Abi smiled. I’m wearing a light blue shirt and a black cotton skirt. How about you?
I’m wearing my nightshirt—it’s just gone midnight here. It’s pale pink with butterflies on it. I love butterflies. What underwear have you got on?
A white bra and light blue French knickers. Oh, and tights and shoes—can’t go to work without them!
You’re so funny. I love what you’re wearing. I think you’re beautiful. Why don’t you take your top off, Abi? Then I can kiss your shoulders.
Abi looked up. Over the computer screen, she could see the evening light over the neighbour’s chimney and, beyond that, the local wood. From the garden the other side of her, she could hear the sound of children playing and a dog barking. Alright, but I need to draw the blinds first.
OK, that’s a good idea. I want you to feel safe with me. Always.
Abi got up, drew down the blind at the window on her left, wondering what her neighbouring family would think if they knew her intentions. She could never even imagine sharing this with them.
When the eyes of the world were firmly shut out, she turned the light on and took off her shirt. Slowly, savouring the slow catch and release of every button, wondering how Tina would respond to her body if she were here in truth. She supposed she didn’t need to take off any clothes, however, not really. She could lie in her responses online. Other people lied. Perhaps Tina herself did? Nobody could prove Tina existed in the way she said she did, and nobody could even prove Tina was a girl. But the persona of Tina, the one who’d drawn Abi into friendship and, now, something else, existed. That Tina was true. And, because of it and no matter what, Abi wouldn’t lie to her; she didn’t wish to.
Once she removed the shirt, Abi folded it up and placed it over the spare chair, the one in front of her exercise bike. Then she sat down at the computer again.
Hi, Tina, she typed. I’m safe now. I’ve taken off my shirt. Please, could you kiss my shoulders? I really want to feel your lips on my skin.
A pause, then: You feel so soft. I’m kissing your left shoulder gently, just how you wanted me to. Soothing the difficulties of your day so far away that you can’t even remember them. I’m nibbling you with my lips right now and stroking my tongue over the tops of your arm. I love the way you taste. Are you enjoying it, Abi? Tell me what you’re feeling and doing, please…
I’m stretching my shoulder, lifting it up to your mouth, feeling it relax under your kisses. They’re so lovely, Tina. Nobody’s ever kissed me like that before. You make me feel so good, I can’t even tell you how good. I love the way you’re making my shoulder wet, marking me with your tongue. You’re so gentle that I…I…
…what, Abi? What are you doing now, honey?
Abi could hardly believe she was typing this, but she couldn’t seem to stop: I-I’m spreading my legs under my skirt. Gasping.
That’s good. I love to feel your reactions. I’m kissing you across the throat now, working my way over your skin to your other shoulder, licking and nibbling you as gently as I can. I love to hear you gasp. You’re so beautiful…. There, see how wet your shoulders are now. Oh, Abi, I’d love to kiss your breasts too, take them into my mouth and feel the weight of them on my tongue. Please, please take your bra off for me. Please, it would give me such pleasure to see your breasts.
Abi stared at the screen. Her breathing was unsteady and her skin felt hot. Slowly, so she could almost not believe it was happening at all, she reached behind herself and undid her bra. It fell to the floor and she kicked it away.
You can see them now, she typed. My breasts are naked and I want you so much to kiss them.
I’m doing that, hon, I’m running my tongue over your nipples, feeling how hard they are. Do you like my tongue? Do you like the way I’m making your skin so wet? Tell me everything you’re feeling, Abi, every sensation. I want to know you, through and through.
Oh, Tina, I love how warm your tongue feels. I love the way you lick me. My nipples are so hard now. I-I’m going to take my skirt and tights and knickers off. For you. Can I do that? Will you let me? I just want to be naked with you. I know you’re so far away, but I really want that. Please?
Abi, hon, you’re so special. I love the way you are. You’d make me so happy if you took all your clothes off. I want you to feel relaxed and totally safe with me. I’d love to know you’re naked. I’d love for you to be that open and vulnerable. How I wish I could see you, but I’m with you anyway, Abi, in ways that are so very special. You can trust me. Do you trust me?
Then, please, take off the rest of your clothes. For me.
Abi obeyed. Her fingers felt so sticky with heat that she could scarcely pull her skirt and tights off, and the dampness between her legs stained her knickers. Then, finally, she was there. She sat down again, feeling the slight roughness of the chair on her thighs and bottom.
I’ve done it. I’m naked, she typed. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to have a video link with Tina, but no, she didn’t have that kind of equipment and, anyway, she didn’t like the idea. This encounter was happening in the internet’s strange darkness; visibility would only take the mystery, the allure of it, away.
That’s wonderful, thank you, wrote Tina. Now, for a while, I just want to type while you do what I tell you to, imagining it’s me doing these things to you. I don’t want you to type anything back. Can you do that, Abi?
Yes, Tina, I’ll do that for you.
Thank you. You’re so beautiful. I want you to stretch upwards and imagine my mouth kissing your breasts, circling them. At the same time, my fingers are stroking your shoulders, over and over again. I work my way slowly round your breasts, sucking and licking them, loving you deeply in a way I know you love. Watching you smile, and hearing your soft gasps as I pleasure you. Then, oh so slowly, I work my way down your stomach, kissing a trail of delights from your breasts to your pubic hair. How soft you are, Abi, how soft and warm. Stretch your legs wide for me, Abi, and watch me as I kneel between your legs, gazing at you in adoration. Oh, hon, I can’t get enough of you, not now and not ever. My fingers caress your inner thighs, feeling how your skin quivers at my touch. My tongue and lips follow the path my hands make to your delicious centre. The heart of you, Abi, and how I long to be there. It takes me a while because I love exploring you so much, but soon my tongue is licking your cunt. How wet you are, how deliciously wanton, seducing me with your beauty. Put your fingers into your cunt, Abi, and feel how wet my attentions are making you. Touch yourself, my love, and know that behind your touch lie my tongue and lips and fingers, stroking and caressing you as the pleasure, the pure physical pleasure only I can give you, builds and builds until you can’t hold back. Keep your legs wide apart, Abi, my wonderful, beautiful girl, as wide as you can so I can bury myself as much as I can deep within you and so you can know that I am right here between your thighs, in your secret and wonderful place. Oh, Abi, Abi, come for me, beautiful woman, come for me, and when you are finished, tell me what you feel as I lap and lap at your glorious cunt.
The depths and richness of Abi’s orgasm startled her. Her legs spread wide over the computer chair and her fingers caressed her clitoris while her own juices smeared her skin, just as Tina had told her to do, as she arched her back and cried out, gasping and shaking, riding the overpowering release of her body until the fit was over. It was the best sex she’d ever had, or at least for a long time. She couldn’t really remember it being as intense as that, ever.
It took a while, but at last her trembling stopped and she straightened her legs, wiping her wet fingers across her stomach to dry them. She swallowed, hard, and reached for the keyboard. She couldn’t see how she could form any coherent words, but she had to try. Tina—astonishing, overwhelming Tina—would be waiting.
Oh Tina, that was glorious, so wonderful. When I came, I cried out and I could see you there, between my legs, your hair bent over my cunt, I could feel your tongue inside me, I swear it. I love what you’ve done to me, I love you—oh god, is it all right to say that? It’s what I feel, I promise. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do. I love you, I love you, I love you—god it feels so good to type that. I feel so soft and open, so vulnerable. You could reach inside me and know everything about me. You already have. How can I ever thank you?
My darling Abi, it’s me who should thank you—just knowing how good I make you feel has made me so happy. I love licking and kissing and fondling you. You’re beautiful and so open and ready for what I’m doing to you, it’s very special. You’re very special. I want to be with you over and over again like this. I want to love you in our special way again when we can next meet here, and I want you to love me too. It will mean so much. Will you, Abi, will you promise to do that with me? Please say you will.
Sitting there, deliciously and gloriously naked as she was, and as open as she’d ever been, Abi knew what her answer would be. Yes, my love, of course. I can barely wait for our next meeting. I want to be able to share everything with you. Thank you for letting me have the chance to do so. I love you, now and always. Thank you, thank you, thank you. But my husband…
Yes, Tina wrote back quickly as Abi left her sentence unfinished. He’ll ring you soon, and you have to be the wife for him that he expects. I know that, hon, and I understand it. I think you’re beautiful whatever you do and whatever choices you make. I’ll always be here for you, always. Good night, my love, good night.
She signed off. Abi dressed herself slowly, shivering at the way her body had responded to the loving words of another woman. She had never known that about herself, not until meeting Tina and not until today. How she longed to learn more and soon. She could hardly wait for tomorrow and all the other tomorrows stretching out beyond it. How could she have ever thought life was boring? With Tina, it would never be boring again. She promised herself she would hold onto all the moments she could share with her special friend and remember them when things were bleak or difficult in her marriage or in her “real” life. It was a way of being honest, it was a way of most truly being herself.
As the phone began to ring, and Abi smoothed down her hair ready to speak to her husband, she smiled to herself; she was prepared for Bill’s call now. She was decent for him, no longer dirty and sexy and wild, as she had been for Tina. She would give her husband what he wanted, she would give all her other friends what they wanted too, knowing the rest of her life was her own. Oh yes, Abi could do that, easily. It was worth it, for Tina, her own and very special butterfly girl.

Truth or Dare
Once seated at the only empty table, Suzie gets the drinks. A bottle of house white and two glasses. That suits Kate fine. She’s had a rough week. She deserves a break. Something else too, if she’s lucky.
Because this time she’s not going back home without trying.
As Suzie settles into her usual window seat, Kate admires her friend’s shoulder-length blonde hair, her rich green eyes and her full mouth. Suzie has always been the beautiful one, but Kate’s never minded that. Her own slight form and short dark hair could never compete in their teenage years, but Suzie’s never made an issue of it. She’s always stuck by Kate. It’s meant a lot.
Now here the two of them are: Kate six years’ married to Robert, a steady accountant with a good job in London; Suzie with her new fiancé, Neil, and all the upcoming wedding plans to organise. It’ll be a good year, she thinks. But still Kate wants something to change.
‘Cheers,’ Suzie pours the wine, and Kate savours the hint of spices and lemon in her mouth.
The conversation moves on. Suzie talks not just about Neil and the wedding, but about her work colleagues, her new car. In turn Kate talks about Robert, his job, her brothers, her church.
During a pause, Kate sees her chance.
‘All right then, let’s play Truth and Dare,’ she says. It’s a game they used to play often when they were younger. Already Kate knows what she will confess, but she wants to hear Suzie speak first.
Her friend laughs. ‘It’s years since we’ve done that. What’s made you think of it now?’
‘Memories, I suppose,’ Kate shrugs. ‘Old times’ sake.’
Suzie stops laughing. Frowns instead. She takes another mouthful of wine from her glass and the clear liquid glistens on her lips. Kate has to stop herself from brushing it away with her fingers. It’s too soon for that, if it happens at all. Now she wants to listen.
‘Well,’ Suzie says. ‘You know most things about me anyway, but…but there is something I haven’t told you. I didn’t know what you’d say, and it’s nothing much. At least nothing happened, but…’
‘That’s all right,’ Kate lays her hand on Suzie’s for a moment, feeling the warmth of her friend’s skin rising into her own. ‘Tell me: truth or dare.’
Suzie begins to speak. At first her words are hesitant but soon, when Kate makes no sound of disapproval or surprise, she grows in confidence. So Kate hears about a party a couple of months ago, where Suzie had gone but Neil had cried off at the last minute. Pressure of work. She hadn’t known many people there but she’d had three or four drinks, chatted to various groups and everything had been fine. Then she’d gone to the kitchen to refresh her vodka and tonic, and had fallen into conversation with a young bloke whose name she never got to know. After a while, the inevitable had happened. He’d made a pass but, instead of walking away, Suzie had gone with it. They’d kissed and made out with each other. She’d liked the feel of his tongue, the herbal scent of his aftershave. She hadn’t thought of the guilt. Half an hour or so later, he’d suggested they use one of the bedrooms and she’d been more than tempted but, in the end, she’d pulled away. When she was leaving, he’d asked for her number but she’d shaken her head. She hadn’t given it to him.
When she finishes speaking, Suzie gives a snort of laughter that doesn’t quite ring true. ‘There. You see. I’m just a slapper who can’t keep her hands to herself when my fiancé isn’t around. And you know the worst of it, Kate?’
Kate shakes her head.
‘The worst of it is I wish we had used a bedroom. I wish I’d given him my number. I just wanted to know what it would be like—to be a different kind of woman for a while. I love Neil, but…’
‘…but sometimes you wonder?’
Speechless, Suzie nods. Refills both their glasses.
Kate takes her time in answering.
‘I think,’ she says slowly, not looking at her friend. ‘I think it’s perfectly natural to wonder what another kind of life would be like. It’s part of being human, isn’t it? And, really, I don’t care what you do. I’ll always be your friend, I’ll always be utterly and totally on your side. You know that.’
‘Thank you,’ Suzie gives a half-smile and wipes one hand over her eyes. ‘I do know it. And you don’t know what that means to me. Honestly, you’re the best. I don’t know where I’d be without you. But anyway, your turn for Truth or Dare. Tell me something you’ve never told me before. I could do with a meaty piece of gossip to mull over this weekend.’
Kate sits back. She finishes her glass and gazes at her friend. ‘Deal. Do you think you can take it?’
‘Sure I can. Go ahead.’
‘All right.’ Kate pauses. She glances round the pub, with its beams, Italian prints and rowdiness. Breathes in the smell of crisps and wine. Then she leans forward and speaks softly enough for only Suzie to hear. ‘The biggest regret I have is this: in all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen your breasts. Or touched them. I’d like to do both.’
A long pause follows these words. Kate continues to hold Suzie’s eyes with her own. It’s as if the whole pub around them has disappeared and they are the only two people there. Perhaps they’re the only two people in the town, or even the whole world.
Then the noise and laughter of the other pub-goers rushes in once more.
Suzie takes her glass, places it to one side. She gets up and stretches out her hand to Kate.
‘Please,’ she says, ‘come home with me.’
In Suzie’s small flat, Kate notes the signs of her absent fiancé: a man’s shirt draped over the back of the pale blue sofa, a pair of distinctly male shoes, a briefcase.
‘Okay,’ her friend says. ‘What would you like me to do?’
When Kate looks at her, Suzie is standing, ramrod-straight, like a schoolgirl waiting to be told off. She can’t help but smile. ‘You don’t have to do this, you know. It’s lovely of you to bring me here after what I said, but it’s my fantasy. Not yours. You don’t have to do anything.’
Suzie shakes her head, frowning. ‘No, please. I want to. I want you to…see me. Is that wrong? Are we being…unfaithful?’
‘I don’t know,’ Kate whispers. ‘Why don’t you sit down?’
Her friend does so. Once she’s settled, Kate kneels between her legs, gazes up at her. ‘Please, will you unbutton your shirt for me?’
Without a word, Suzie begins to undo her top button, looking down, concentrating only on the completion of her task. Kate catches her breath as the milky skin of Suzie’s throat is revealed. Of course she’s seen her friend’s body before—during summer holidays when they were teenagers, on shopping expeditions together. But never like this. She longs to touch her, but doesn’t quite have the courage.
Slowly all the buttons are undone. Suzie is wearing a lacy white bra and, through this, Kate can see her nipples. They seem to push against the whiteness. A flush has spread over her friend’s skin and she is breathing deeply. Kate leans forward. Suzie’s breath smells of wine, and her lips beckon her, but there is something she must do first. Something she has only ever dreamt of.
She gently pushes Suzie’s shirt away from her shoulders, down over her back and past her arms. Then she unhooks her friend’s bra and pulls that away. Suzie gasps and Kate sees her eyes are closed. She gazes at Suzie’s breasts, drinking in the whiteness of them, the creaminess of her flesh contrasted to the stiff pink nipples.
‘Thank you,’ Kate breathes. ‘Thank you.’
This is all she can think of to say. With Suzie’s eyes still shut, Kate begins to kiss and lick her breasts, running her tongue over each nipple and sucking at their glorious firmness. She assumes Neil does this too, and wonders how different the sensations might be for Suzie.
Her friend moans and pushes her breast deeper into Kate’s mouth. Suzie’s fingers run through Kate’s hair. Warm and soothing.
After a while, she realises Suzie is saying something but at first she can’t make out the words. Then she hears them.
‘I’m wet,’ her friend is saying. ‘Kate, I’m so wet.’
‘It’s all right, it’s all right, I know.’ Because Kate is wet too, almost dripping beneath her jeans and knickers. She can’t believe how turned on she feels, and she can’t believe how what she’s doing is making Suzie turned on also. She’s never had this kind of power in the bedroom before. With her husband she’s always been the passive one. But here, tonight, everything is changing. She feels free.
As if she’s done this a hundred times before—whereas in fact this is the first time she’s ever been unfaithful—she unzips Suzie’s trousers and pulls them down. Her knickers are small, lacy and white. Matching the bra.
Kate smiles. ‘They’re beautiful.’
‘I-I always dress up when we go out,’ Suzie murmurs. ‘I like to.’
‘Do you?’ Kate can’t believe the gift which is being offered to her. The understanding that perhaps Suzie has dreamed of her like this too is almost beyond her comprehension. ‘Thank you.’
Lifting Suzie’s buttocks, she slips the knickers off. Her friend’s pubic hair is soft and inviting. Kate buries her face in its rich depths. Breathes in musky perfume and licks the wetness with her tongue, pushing it deep into Suzie’s warm folds. Funny how this seems so natural even though she has never done it before. As if she and Suzie are two halves of a perfect whole and were always meant to be together like this.
Still, even though she knows her own body by feel and her husband’s touch, it takes Kate a little while to understand someone else’s. She uses her mouth and fingers to tease Suzie’s clitoris, remembering that too much pressure will only chase the pleasure away. It astonishes Kate how much she loves this and how powerful it makes her.
Just before Suzie comes, she whispers, ‘I love you, Kate. I love Neil but I love you too.’
As Suzie’s body rides the waves of her orgasm, Kate keeps pushing her fingers into her friend’s vagina and across her clitoris where only a moment ago her mouth has been. Over and over again. Her own body longs for satisfaction but she is patient enough to wait. For now, she basks in the understanding of how her lips and tongue, her teeth and fingers can make Suzie lose control so completely. Finally, when her friend’s shuddering and low cries have come to an end, Kate releases her and lays her down, naked and open, upon the sofa.
With the salt-sea taste of Suzie’s cunt filling her mouth, Kate at last kisses her on the lips, tongue linking with tongue, and feels her friend’s astonished groan of delight.
‘Are we lovers now?’ Suzie asks with a smile, when the kiss is over.

‘Yes,’ says Kate, revelling in how everything has changed and so delightfully. ‘We are.’
Author: Anne Brooke
Title: Butterfly Girl & Truth or Dare
Publisher: Untreed Reads
# of Pages: 12; Price: $0.99
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1 comment:

Victor J. Banis said...

Gosh, really great, a double shot from one of my favorite writers. I love Anne's work, and here are two reasons why.