on the machine, faster, faster. “All mine, oh baby, yes, please, all mine… I want it, I want you, I love you…”
“Yes, yes, yes, yesssssss!” Ashley arched with her climax, pushing her hips forward and back, bucking like a horse on the saddle of the Sybian as Tasha held her. Tasha felt her own orgasm coming with Ashley trembling in her arms and she kissed her, hard, sucking her tongue deep as she shoved her pussy down on the vibrating machine, splitting her slit wide and rubbing her aching clit against the shuddering, fleshy curve there. She poured everything into Ashley, gave it all to her, coming so hard her ears were ringing and she felt dizzy on top of the Sybian.
They toppled off together, smiling, dazed, and breathless, both reaching for the controls at once to turn it off. Tasha rested her head against the softness of Ashley’s stomach, letting her stroke her short, dark hair, feeling the trembling aftershocks going through Ashley’s lower belly now and then where Tasha rested her hand. They were quiet for a long time—at least, it felt like a long time to Tasha, who wondered what Ashley was thinking, feeling.
Finally, Ashley asked, “Did you mean it?” Her voice was soft, almost casual, but Tasha knew better.
She took a shaky breath and whispered, “Oh yes.” Tasha knew she was in love with her—had been in love with Ashley for a long time—but she’d been denying it to herself, pretending it was just fun, just two girls enjoying each other, just sex…
“Me, too.” Ashley’s voice was hoarse, pained, and Tasha wanted to say something to make it better, somehow. She thought of Max and winced, wondering what he would say. She loved him, too. She didn’t want to lose him. But she loved them both. So now what? She didn’t know.
They were still, just breathing together, as if moving might force some sort of action. Tasha didn’t want to break the quiet, and after a while, Ashley even stopped stroking her hair. She wondered if she’d fallen asleep—but Tasha couldn’t sleep. She didn’t think she was going to get any sleep this weekend at all.
“What’s the little red light that just went off over there?” Ashley asked softly, startling Tasha and making her head go up.
“What red light?”
“Oh, there…” Ashley half sat up on her elbows, pointing. “It’s on again. Behind the vent.”
Tasha sat, too, looking toward where Ashley was pointing. She didn’t see it at first, but when she tilted her head, there it was, a small red light lost in the dusky dark of the vent cover. What in the world?
Tasha stood and walked over to the wall, picking up one of the stools and putting it under the vent. When she stepped up on it, Ashley was behind her, holding it steady, as Tasha peered into the vent cover. Her stomach dropped when she saw the lens cover, the cord attached—it was unmistakably a camera.
But who? And why? Tasha sat down on the stool, meeting Ashley’s puzzled eyes with her own wide, frightened ones, and realized that the question, “Now what?” had never before been more forefront in her mind, for more reasons than she could count.
Chapter Ten
“Well, look who’s home – it’s the Sybian Queen!”
Tasha gritted her teeth, whirling around at the sound of her neighbor’s voice. A six foot privacy fence separated their property and that of the Patterson’s. Ray Patterson’s head popped up over the top and he grinned down at her.
“Hello, Ray.”
“
Champagne
?” He raised his heavy eyebrows and grinned. “Having a party?”
Tasha hugged the bottle closer to her chest. She hadn’t seen or talked to him in the twenty-four hours since he’d dragged his wife away from their Sybian group party in a huff, and in the mystery and confusion of she and Ashley discovering the camera hidden in the basement, she had almost forgotten about her contentious neighbor.
“I liked the last party at your house we were invited to.” Ray was still talking, as if
“Yes, yes, yes, yesssssss!” Ashley arched with her climax, pushing her hips forward and back, bucking like a horse on the saddle of the Sybian as Tasha held her. Tasha felt her own orgasm coming with Ashley trembling in her arms and she kissed her, hard, sucking her tongue deep as she shoved her pussy down on the vibrating machine, splitting her slit wide and rubbing her aching clit against the shuddering, fleshy curve there. She poured everything into Ashley, gave it all to her, coming so hard her ears were ringing and she felt dizzy on top of the Sybian.
They toppled off together, smiling, dazed, and breathless, both reaching for the controls at once to turn it off. Tasha rested her head against the softness of Ashley’s stomach, letting her stroke her short, dark hair, feeling the trembling aftershocks going through Ashley’s lower belly now and then where Tasha rested her hand. They were quiet for a long time—at least, it felt like a long time to Tasha, who wondered what Ashley was thinking, feeling.
Finally, Ashley asked, “Did you mean it?” Her voice was soft, almost casual, but Tasha knew better.
She took a shaky breath and whispered, “Oh yes.” Tasha knew she was in love with her—had been in love with Ashley for a long time—but she’d been denying it to herself, pretending it was just fun, just two girls enjoying each other, just sex…
“Me, too.” Ashley’s voice was hoarse, pained, and Tasha wanted to say something to make it better, somehow. She thought of Max and winced, wondering what he would say. She loved him, too. She didn’t want to lose him. But she loved them both. So now what? She didn’t know.
They were still, just breathing together, as if moving might force some sort of action. Tasha didn’t want to break the quiet, and after a while, Ashley even stopped stroking her hair. She wondered if she’d fallen asleep—but Tasha couldn’t sleep. She didn’t think she was going to get any sleep this weekend at all.
“What’s the little red light that just went off over there?” Ashley asked softly, startling Tasha and making her head go up.
“What red light?”
“Oh, there…” Ashley half sat up on her elbows, pointing. “It’s on again. Behind the vent.”
Tasha sat, too, looking toward where Ashley was pointing. She didn’t see it at first, but when she tilted her head, there it was, a small red light lost in the dusky dark of the vent cover. What in the world?
Tasha stood and walked over to the wall, picking up one of the stools and putting it under the vent. When she stepped up on it, Ashley was behind her, holding it steady, as Tasha peered into the vent cover. Her stomach dropped when she saw the lens cover, the cord attached—it was unmistakably a camera.
But who? And why? Tasha sat down on the stool, meeting Ashley’s puzzled eyes with her own wide, frightened ones, and realized that the question, “Now what?” had never before been more forefront in her mind, for more reasons than she could count.
Chapter Ten
“Well, look who’s home – it’s the Sybian Queen!”
Tasha gritted her teeth, whirling around at the sound of her neighbor’s voice. A six foot privacy fence separated their property and that of the Patterson’s. Ray Patterson’s head popped up over the top and he grinned down at her.
“Hello, Ray.”
“
Champagne
?” He raised his heavy eyebrows and grinned. “Having a party?”
Tasha hugged the bottle closer to her chest. She hadn’t seen or talked to him in the twenty-four hours since he’d dragged his wife away from their Sybian group party in a huff, and in the mystery and confusion of she and Ashley discovering the camera hidden in the basement, she had almost forgotten about her contentious neighbor.
“I liked the last party at your house we were invited to.” Ray was still talking, as if
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