A Taste of Sin by Fiona Zedde

groans, and the steady heavy breath whistling through Rémi’s teeth. She slapped her ass cheeks, her thighs, and the tender flesh between them. Jeanne gasped and jerked, eating Dez’s pussy in earnest as the pain spread through her body. Dez knew exactly how she felt, could feel the heat in her own thighs, the sweet clench of her pussy at that twin-edged pain. A fiery wave rolled through her. She threw her head back and held on. This one was going to be good.
    Rémi started to fuck their little playmate again. Jeanne’s tongue flew over Dez’s clit, licking the tender bundle of nerves harder and faster. Through the haze of pleasure, Dez looked up at Rémi. Her friend nodded. They pulled off Jeanne’s clamps at the same time. The woman screamed and her knees buckled, but Rémi held her up. Jeanne kept at Dez’s clit, licking and sucking until her wave crested and Dez bucked against Jeanne’s mouth, holding her head steady while her pussy fisted, flooding come against the plastic barrier of the dental dam and on the pretty floral chair.
    “Fuck yes!” Dez groaned.
    Jeanne’s head hung low as she panted between Dez’s thighs. “Damn.”
    They weren’t done yet. At a signal from Rémi, Dez stood up despite her wobbly knees so that her friend could take her place in the chair.
    “Now, if memory serves, you mentioned something at the beginning of this evening about my pussy and your mouth.” Rémi tugged down her zipper, showing off her thick, curling bush. “Come. I’m ready.”

Chapter 12
     
    D ez pressed the doorbell of Victoria Jackson’s teal and white Spanish-style house. Even as she waited for her date to open the door, her mind still lingered on all that had happened at the dinner with Claudia two nights before, replaying each twitch of her mother’s mouth, each shift of eyebrow, trying to decipher what had really happened between them. She sensed that they had come to a resolution of sorts, had acknowledged a mutual desire to reconnect and deal honestly with each other, but that was all. She wanted to sit back with that, content that it was enough. But she couldn’t. Not yet. The door before her opened.
    “Come in.”
    Oh. Dez’s breath caught and released in silent acknowledgment of the woman’s sensual appeal. That’s why I gave her my card.
    “Thank you.”
    As she slipped past her into the house, the scent of tangerines and honey, nestled in the soft places of Victoria’s body, teased her nose.
    “These are for you.” She produced her gifts from behind her back—lavender tea roses growing in a small terra-cotta pot and a bottle of red wine. Dez had taken the chance that a woman like Victoria preferred living flowers to the dead things tucked inside pretty plastic and paper. At her wide, full-lipped smile she knew that she’d made the right choice.
    “These are gorgeous.” Victoria delicately sniffed at the still-moist roses. “Thank you.”
    Aren’t we a polite pair?
    “Dinner is almost ready. Let me just take your jacket.” She put the black leather in a little hallway closet then gestured to Dez. “Come.”
    Dez followed her past a profusion of vines and blossoming indoor plants. The last rays of the sun slanted through the high windows lining the short hallway and bathing the women in orange and yellow light.
    “This is a gorgeous house. Very warm.” Dez looked around, intrigued by the clues to this woman that she saw in her whimsically decorated house. The plants with their richly colored blooms arching up toward the sun from their resting places on the shelves, bookcases, and the tiny iron-worked table. Thickly green vines slipping over walls and windowsills and crawling under light that was everywhere at once. Her towering shelves were neatly stacked with books of all sorts, and everywhere pens and pencils stuck out of odd places—a planter there, between two books, on the kitchen counter. The feeling was of ordered chaos, a vined jungle retreat from the outside world.