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the next best place.”

Just then, Jenelle reappeared, an uncorked bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. “I’m back.”

“Come on in,” Brenna said, motioning her inside.

Jenelle lounged on the other side of Brenna, holding out her glass for Damon to fill. With  Jenelle suddenly so much closer, Brenna’s attention was drawn unwittingly back to the other woman’s breasts, her cleavage looking tan and perfect. And for the first time, she also saw Jenelle’s feet—wrapped in red, strappy, fuck-me heels. Though Brenna would never have matched them with the leopard print, Jenelle had enough style to pull it off.

“This dress is gorgeous,” Jenelle said, reaching out to run one hand softly over the satin at

Brenna’s hip.

Unbidden, Brenna’s pussy flinched at the touch—to leave her utterly unnerved. She took a long swallow of wine and tried to act normal. “Thanks.”

“Your boobs look great in it,” Jenelle added, her hand still on Brenna’s dress.

“Mmm—they do, don’t they?” Damon chimed in, leaning over to drop a small kiss on the  ridge of Brenna’s breast. A shiver echoed through the small of her back—not only from the  kiss but the fact that the curtain was still open, and Jenelle was still touching her, so  casually, easily, as if such contact were commonplace. Maybe it was in her world.

“Yours look pretty fabulous, too,” Brenna then heard herself say to Jenelle.

God, what was she doing? Why had she said that? They did look fabulous, but since when did she hand out compliments on other women’s breasts?

Yet neither Jenelle or Damon seemed taken aback. Instead, Jenelle playfully jiggled her chest in the leopard print and replied, “That’s why I bought the dress.”

At which point Brenna recalled what Jenelle did for a living and decided it was probably completely normal in her circle of acquaintances for women to discuss their breasts.

But the crux of her thighs still felt heavy, and her mind spun, confused. Now she sort of wished she hadn’t invited Jenelle to stay. Because she just wanted to roll over into  Damon’s arms and kiss him, touch him, have her way with him. The need had been building all night, and now, with an alarming suddenness, it was growing fierce, like it had last night in the gondola.

“So how do you two know each other?” Jenelle asked.

Damon answered, explaining about Brenna’s job change and why they were in Vegas.

“Wow—that’s so cool,” Jenelle said, finally moving her hand away as casually as she’d first

placed it. “Congratulations.”

Brenna struggled to pretend she wasn’t burning up with lust. “Thanks. I’m really excited about it, and Damon’s been a great teacher.” Meeting his gaze, she—once again—couldn’t quite stop herself from spewing out her next thought. “In more ways than one.”

“Is that so?” Jenelle lowered her voice and cast a grin that said, Spill .

“Well,” Brenna began, trying to think how to answer—because she wasn’t going to admit to  either one of them that she’d never had a casual affair before—“I hadn’t been with anyone  since my divorce. And Damon…helped get me out of that rut.”

Next to her, Jenelle sighed. “I’m so jealous. I need somebody to get me out of my rut. I haven’t had sex in a month.” She said it like it had been a five-year drought.

But Brenna was beginning to understand something. Maybe you didn’t miss sex so much if what you had was average or even just good. Now that she’d had Damon, though, she knew she was going to miss it like crazy when it was over. Once you’d had mind-blowing sex, it would be harder to live without it—and she was guessing Jenelle had had plenty of mind-blowing sex.

Jenelle wanted to hear more about what they’d been doing since they’d arrived—what bars they’d hit, how many acts they’d signed, what restaurants they’d eaten at. They both supplied answers, and Brenna drained what was probably her fifth glass of wine tonight—thankful she’d stretched it out over so many hours or she’d have surely passed out by now.

“Today,” Damon went on, “I didn’t have much business to take care of, just a few phone

calls, so I took Brenna shopping.”

“Oooh, what’d you buy?” Jenelle asked, her perfectly coiffed eyebrows raising.

Brenna couldn’t hold in her light grin. “Panties.”

Jenelle gave her head a conspiratorial tilt. “And I bet you’re wearing them right now.”

“I am,” Brenna confirmed, feeling drunker by the second.

“Which pair?” Damon asked.

“It’s…a surprise,” she said, teasing him the same way he’d teased her about surprises.

“I bet you went with…classic black,” Jenelle offered, “to go with that killer dress.”

“We did get a black pair, but I think she went with the red,” Damon decided. “Since I ruined

her last red ones.”

Brenna let out another short laugh, since they were both wrong—but said nothing.

Until finally Jenelle reached across Brenna, slipping her red, polished nails into the side slit of Brenna’s dress and pushing it toward her hip to reveal a swatch of fabric—the front of her leopard-print thong.

“Oh my God, you totally match my dress,” Jenelle exclaimed, and Brenna was trying to  fight the surge of moisture between her thighs even as Damon laughed and Jenelle went  on. “Mine match your dress, too—so maybe we should trade,” she said on a giggle. “See?”  Then rose to her knees and lifted her dress to show off her own thong, this one of pretty

black lace.

Damon shifted, too—moving to shut the curtain.

“What are you doing?” Brenna asked.

Damon arched one eyebrow. “Well, if we’re gonna start showing each other our panties, it’s probably time to close it. Unless you want me to leave it open.”

“No,” Brenna said. Because it only made sense. Because both she and Jenelle’s dresses  were pulled up high enough to show their thongs. Even though she wasn’t sure exactly  how that had happened.

When Damon adjusted the curtain at the foot of the bed, the space seemed to grow smaller, more intimate. And even though they could still hear the music beyond, people laughing, and the occasional moan or groan from another bed, it still felt very much as if the three of them were alone.

Which is when Jenelle, still upright on her knees, leaned across Brenna to reach for the wine bottle, already needing a refill—but lost her balance and fell forward, across Brenna’s lap.

All three of them laughed, but Brenna felt more aroused than amused. She’d never been attracted to another woman before, but Jenelle’s slender body stretching across hers made her pussy tingle still more maddeningly. And hadn’t she also felt unwittingly aroused each time she saw those billboards with barely dressed women? Hadn’t she gotten aroused watching all those topless showgirls with Damon earlier, thinking once more about how on display sex was here? When you were so surrounded by beautiful people, men and women, didn’t it all somehow mix and gel together? Wasn’t it all arousing? Hell, like it or not, even Kelly’s touch on the day she’d hoisted Brenna’s breasts upward had gotten her a little hot.

“Sorry,” Jenelle said, still giggling, bracing her hands on the red velvet in order to raise up.

But when she did, something strange happened. She stopped mid-sway, hovering directly over Brenna, and let her gaze drop to Brenna’s chest. And when Jenelle spoke, her voice had dropped an octave. “Are those…as pretty as I think they are?”

Brenna could smell the fragrance of Jenelle’s shampoo as a lock of the other girl’s long, voluminous hair brushed the ridge of her breast. She could barely breathe at the question, finally saying, “You’d…have to ask Damon about that.”

They both shifted their eyes to find that pure animal heat had invaded his gaze. “Yes, they are,” he said definitively. And as Jenelle eased back down onto the bed, her tan shapely legs stretched out beside her, Damon reclined next to Brenna, sliding his palm onto her torso. “Why don’t I show you,” he suggested.

Brenna thought about protesting, but the truth was, she didn’t want to. She’d told herself she was ready for whatever the night held, and she couldn’t deny being curious, intrigued, to see where this most forbidden encounter would lead. So she simply watched as Damon used both hands to slip her dress off her shoulders, then dipped his fingers into the molded black satin that held her breasts, easing it down until they were fully bared, her nipples pink and erect.

Her gaze slid to Jenelle’s, but their eyes didn’t meet. Jenelle already studied her naked

breasts, the tip of her tongue slipping out to touch her upper lip. Brenna’s heart beat

madly, passionately.

them?” Only after a long, tantalizing moment did Jenelle’s eyes finally lift to her face. “Can I kiss

Brenna felt lost in a sea of confusing lust. She didn’t know how far to take this or what she wanted or how she would feel afterward.

Helpless, she looked to Damon—but he didn’t appear confused at all. He met her gaze darkly, and he moved his lips to say one word: yes.

Damon wanted this. Wanted to see her with another girl.

And what Damon wanted, she wanted.

Because she loved to please him, loved to excite him, and right now—this night, this minute—nothing else mattered.

“Yes,” she said and listened to the low groan of satisfaction from Damon as Jenelle bent

toward her.

Jenelle’s tongue raked gently across one turgid nipple, light and airy—and hot .

somehow, and it was strangely thrilling to know it had come from another woman. Brenna gasped with pleasure—the lick had felt just like when Damon did it, only softer

Then Jenelle did as she’d promised, bestowing a simple, gentle kiss to the peak of the same breast—before closing her mouth over it to tenderly suckle. The pull of her feminine lips shot straight to Brenna’s cunt, and when she shifted her gaze from Jenelle to Damon and their eyes met, his pinning her in place with more fire than she’d ever witnessed there before—God, it felt like entering a forbidden heaven.

Moving to the other nipple, Jenelle closed both soft hands around the outer curves of  Brenna’s breasts, warmly massaging—and still Brenna looked to Damon, even as she sighed, even as she moaned, her eyes dropping shut at the sheer pleasure Jenelle delivered.

Damon reached to hold Jenelle’s hair back, clearly wanting to see her lick and suckle  Brenna. And Brenna wanted…everything. She wanted every sensation, every touch—she wanted to feel all a person could feel. She wanted Damon, she wanted Jenelle. She wanted to quit thinking and lose herself in pleasure.

And that’s exactly what she did.

Damon leaned in to kiss her other breast, so that both were being suckled simultaneously.  Oh God, she’d never experienced such a barrage of pure physical joy as when she arched her breasts upward, deeper into their mouths, attempting to pull the hot sensations inward.

Damon’s ministrations were harder, more masculine, the stubble on his chin gently chafing her tender flesh, while Jenelle’s lips worked soft and sweet, her every move more feminine. Brenna heard her breath growing more ragged as the physical delights assailed her, radiating down through her torso into her panties.

When Damon finally released her breast from his mouth, his lush lips shone wet, his eyes falling half shut in passion. He raised, kissing her lips, and…mmm, yes—as well tended as her breasts currently were, she needed to feel more, in other places.

Next Jenelle rose, too—bending to kiss Brenna’s welcoming mouth while Damon watched.  Just like on her breast, Jenelle’s kiss was inexorably softer as she slanted her lips across  Brenna’s lips first one way, then another.

Which is when Damon moved back in to initiate a scintillating three-way that Brenna felt all the way to her toes. Their tongues all met, licking delicately at one another, until Brenna felt hands pushing their way up beneath her dress’s hem. Damon’s or Jenelle’s? It was thrilling not to know for sure, but she concluded they belonged to her man since she soon realized they felt larger, slightly rougher.

Both her companions pulled back then, rising onto their knees, and Jenelle bent to push  Brenna’s dress up, biting her lip as she studied Brenna’s panties, now fully displayed. “So sexy,” she breathed, grazing her fingertips across the front, just above Brenna’s mound.  Brenna sucked in her breath at the skitter of sensation and heard herself whisper,  “Please.”

Please hurry. Please don’t stop. Please keep making me feel good.

“You can have whatever you want, babe,” Damon said, his voice soft, deep—adding, “Lift

your ass for me.”

Planting her heels on the bed, she raised, letting Damon peel her new panties down while

Jenelle studied her freshly revealed cunt, audibly sighing at the sight. “Mmm, so pretty.”

Brenna wasn’t sure she’d ever really thought of her pussy that way before, but Damon had used the same word for it, too, and she decided that—yes, it was pretty. In its own special

way.

Tossing the leopard-print thong aside, Damon gently parted her legs wide, making her feel her own wetness as he put her wantonly on display.

“Pretty and pink,” Jenelle cooed, her voice thick with flirtation.

“Pretty and pink and delicious, ” Damon added, his gaze on Brenna’s—and then he