Dream & Dare by Susan Fanetti Page A

friend as she herself had. He was around enough—he spent half his life drinking their booze and passing out on their sofa. And now he wanted to put his mark on a woman. He hadn’t asked her to take it yet, but he wanted to do it.
     
    Blue. Who about the worst hound she’d ever known. Had found himself a woman.
     
    And he wanted Bibi to like her.
     
    Hoosier hooked his finger into her bustier, between her tits, and pulled her up against him. “She’s real pretty.”
     
    “Yeah, I’m gonna need more’n that.”
     
    “I don’t know. She’s young. Blonde. Big blue eyes. Nice smile.” As he talked, his fingers danced over her skin. “How’s this come off?”
     
    She slapped his hand away and stepped back. “It took forever to get it on, so you can just keep your cock in storage till I can get naked and stay that way. Did she just stand there and pose the whole time? Or maybe she spoke once or twice? Anythin’ you can give me about, I don’t know, her personality ?”
     
    He gave her a sheepish grin and a shrug.
     
    “Sweet Lord, Jerome Elliott, you are such a man . You honestly didn’t notice anythin’ but her porn-star tits, did you?”
     
    Another shrug. “But your tits are better. And they’re mine. How about we leave that thing on and I just pull down your jeans and bend you over the dresser?”
     
    “Such a man,” she scoffed.
     
    “You love it.” He opened her jeans, and she didn’t stop him.
     
    She turned around, rubbing her ass against him as she went, and bent over to lean on the vanity. “I do. I love you.”
     
    “I love you better.”
     
     
    ~oOo~
     
     
    “Blue takes his pool serious. Do you play?” Bibi nodded toward Hoosier and Blue, hustling a couple of drunk good ol’ boys at the pool table.
     
    Margot smiled and sipped her whiskey sour. “No. Blue said he’d teach me, but every time he tries, we end up fucking.”
     
    “Sounds about right,” Bibi laughed.
     
    “Do you play?”
     
    “Nah. Hooj mostly plays at the clubhouse, and I don’t spend much time there.” Even as he’d climbed in the ranks, becoming VP, Bibi kept her distance from the Blades’ clubhouse. That place was nasty, and practically a brothel. She was still the only old lady, and the girls they kept for their fun were…difficult. Bibi could be nice to almost anyone. But those women had too much self-regard and not nearly enough self-respect.
     
    At the thought, she considered her companion. Margot Taylor, known to men all over as Goldie Swallows. She really was pretty, in a sweet, wide-eyed, Precious Moments way. The girl next door, in the flesh. All the flesh. She was young; Hoosier had said she was about twenty. And she did hardcore porn. Apparently her specialty was what Hooj had called ‘airtight,’ meaning three men filling up her holes—mouth, pussy, and ass—at once.
     
    Bibi herself was fond of double penetration—with Hooj and a toy—so the idea of Margot taking it every which way at once didn’t make her morals flutter. Truth be told, she was a little impressed and a little curious. But there was still too much of a good Southern girl in her heart to come out and ask such a question of a woman she’d just met.
     
    Margot sipped at her drink and considered Bibi right back. “I’m no threat to you.”
     
    “Pardon?”
     
    “If you’re worried. Women get worried around me. I’m no threat.”
     
    That statement could have come off as astoundingly arrogant, but said in a sweet voice, from a face with those wide figurine eyes, Bibi heard it as simple reassurance. And she realized it must have been a hard thing to be a woman who was so often judged, and with such exuberance. She thought about what she’d said to Hoosier earlier, in their bedroom, and she felt herself blush.
     
    “I know you’re not. Hooj’s eye wanders, but his cock stays put.”
     
    “You don’t mind him looking?”
     
    “Why should I? I look, too. And if Mel Gibson ever shows up and