“Don’t look now,” Mel said.
Joey watched the car pull to a stop and the driver door open. She watched as the shapely calf appeared, followed by the rest of her tan leg and tight ass in khaki shorts. She continued to ogle as Samantha finished climbing out of the car. Samantha flashed a bright smile their way and waved before wandering off to find Brenda.
“She’s so fuckin’ hot!”
“She’s easy on the eyes. I’ll give you that,” Mel agreed.
“No kidding.”
“How’re you handling the pregnancy idea?”
“She’s not that far along. I could still enjoy that body, I’m sure.”
“That’s the spirit.” Mel shook her head at Joey.
“Hey, what’s she doing here?” Joey motioned with her head to the yellow Mustang pulling onto the site.
“She’s gotta be looking for you.”
“You’ve done her, too.”
“Yeah, but you two have a special bond.”
“Whatever.”
Joey slid off her tailgate to greet Tiffany, but instead of walking toward her, Tiffany joined Brenda and Samantha. Samantha greeted her with a hug.
“Oh, now it’s getting good,” Mel said.
“What the fuck? She’s kicking her out of her house. Why would Tiffany be excited to see her?”
“She’s not exactly kicking her out. And you said Tiffany was only staying there until it sold.”
“Break’s over,” Brenda yelled.
Joey and Mel walked back to the building to start hanging sheetrock. Tiffany walked over to join them.
“Damn, you two look hot when you’re butchin’ it up at work.”
Mel laughed and Joey smiled.
“What business do you have with Ms. Brewer?” Joey asked.
“She bought my grandma’s house.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Which is kind of why I’m here.”
“Kind of?”
“Okay. It is why I’m here. I need to move out this weekend. I don’t have a lot of things there, but I was wondering if I could borrow your truck to move.”
“I don’t loan out my truck, Tiff.”
“Please? I promise to be extra careful with it.”
“No way. However, I’ll be happy to drive my truck and help you move your stuff.”
“You will?” Tiffany hugged her. “Thank you so much.”
“No problem.”
“I’ll even have beer on hand for you.”
“Where am I moving you to—Somerset?”
“Nah. We’re just going to move my stuff to Nora’s Storage here until I move into the dorms,” Tiffany said. “Okay. I should let you guys get back to work. Especially since Brenda’s looking over here.”
“So I’ll see you Saturday morning. What time?”
“Ten o’clock?”
“Sounds good.”
Tiffany walked off, and Joey and Mel hung another piece of sheetrock before Samantha joined them.
“Excuse me.” Mel started to walk off.
“Oh, wait,” Samantha said. “This is for both of you.”
Mel stopped and turned back, avoiding eye contact with Joey.
“What’s up? How are you feeling?” Joey asked.
“Much better. I even get the stitches out tomorrow.” She motioned to her forehead.
“I’m glad to hear that. You’re looking great.”
Samantha smiled brightly.
“Are you quite certain I can’t excuse myself?” Mel asked.
“Quite.” Samantha laughed. “This Sunday, I’m moving into my new house. Brenda, I’m sure, will tell you, I’m looking for any and all volunteers I can find since I can’t do much lifting myself. To show my appreciation, there’ll be a barbecue with all the fixings at my new place. I know you’ve already done so much for me”—she smiled at Joey—“but I’m asking for your help, if you possibly can. And free food and beer after. All you can eat and drink.”
“That sounds great.” Joey beamed. “We’ll be there.”
“Thank you. I look forward to it.”
Joey drooled over Samantha’s figure as she picked her way through the construction site debris on the way to her car. Samantha turned and waved again before climbing in.
“Earth to Joey,” Mel said. “We have work to do.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Joey turned back to the sheetrock.
“And by the way, thanks a hell of a lot for volunteering me for Sunday. Did it ever occur to you that I might not want to spend my day helping a pregnant lady move?”
“No, it didn’t actually. But thanks for asking.”
“God, you exasperate me sometimes.”
“Whatever. Free food and beer. Pool party. What’s not to like about that scenario?”
“She didn’t say anything about a pool party.”
“Are you kidding me? This group hot and sweaty after moving her all day and you don’t think we’ll be getting in the pool?”
Mel didn’t say anything; she just grabbed another sheet and motioned at Joey to help her lift it.
“What the hell’s your problem? You know you would have volunteered anyway.”
“Maybe, but next time, let me do it myself.”
“So I suppose this means you’re not going to help me with Tiffany on Saturday?”
“I think you’ll be able to handle Tiffany just fine without my help.”
“Fine. I will. Are you PMSing or something?”
“Let it go.”
“I will if you will. Jesus.”
*
They worked in silence for the next couple of hours, the only sound that of the nail gun. When it was time for lunch, they sat on Joey’s tailgate.
“Hey, man, you okay?” Joey asked.
“Yeah. Sorry I blew up. I figure you’re right. I’d have been helping on Sunday anyway.”
“And Saturday?”
“You can call me if you need me for that, okay? Otherwise, I’ll hang back.”
Joey stared hard at Mel.
“What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing. It just ticks me off at how twitterpated you get over Samantha. I don’t get it. You don’t even know her.”
“But I plan to.”
“Yeah, I know. It just feels different than usual. I can’t put my finger on it.”
Joey shrugged. “Beats me. Me in search of a bedmate’s never irritated you before.”
“Like I said, there’s something different this time.”
“That, my friend, is your overactive imagination.”
“Maybe so.”
*
Friday night, Joey and Mel went to Kindred Spirits, the local tavern. The place was packed with locals shooting pool, throwing darts, and enjoying one another’s company. Joey and Mel had some beers and relaxed after their hard workweek by holding one of the pool tables until close to midnight when they ran out of takers.
Mel laid her pool cue on the table. “I think it’s time we call it a night.”
Before Joey could respond, two women approached them.
“We’ve been watching you shoot pool. You’re pretty good. Are you up for a challenge?”
Joey looked at the women, both in short shorts and tank tops. One had auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail while the other wore her blond hair short and spiky.
“You’re not from here, are you?” Joey asked.
“No. We’re from the Bay Area. We’re just here on vacation,” the blonde said.
“Where are you staying?” Mel asked.
“At The Tidewater.”
“Y’all have a cottage, huh? Those are pretty nice.” Joey leaned against the pool table and assessed the women. Both were slightly sunburned, and the color looked good on them. They were a few inches shorter than Mel and her. They were slim with small breasts that formed perfect tents under their shirts.
“They’re really nice. And reasonable. Especially for being right on the water.”
“I’m Joey. And this is Mel.” She extended her hand to the blonde.
“My name’s Morgan. This is my friend Kennedy.”
“Nice to meet you.” The four shook hands with Morgan holding Joey’s a little longer than necessary.
“So what’s the challenge?” Mel’s gaze roamed over Kennedy’s body.
“Winners top losers,” Morgan said matter-of-factly.
“Whoa!” Joey said. “We don’t do the tag-team thing.”
“What?” Kennedy asked.
“We don’t play together,” Mel said.
“That’s too bad.” Morgan pouted, then shrugged. “But we’ll still play you for tops. I top Joey if we win and Kennedy tops you.”
“I admire your spunk,” Joey said, “but I can’t imagine a couple of city girls beating us in pool.”
“Do you accept the challenge? Or are you two too butch to bottom?”
“That won’t be an issue since we won’t lose,” Mel said.
“I’ll take that as acceptance then. Two out of three. Let’s see who breaks.”
Joey took her place behind Morgan and licked her lips as Morgan bent over to shoot the cue ball. It banked off the far end and rolled back, inches from the edge.
Morgan turned around, happy with her shot.
“Are you enjoying the view?”
“Most definitely.” Joey ran her cue stick up Morgan’s leg.
Morgan watched its progress and did nothing to stop it. When it reached the point where her legs met, she looked up at Joey.
“You’re going to be fun, aren’t you?”
Joey lowered her stick and stepped toward Morgan. She stared into her hazel eyes before lowering her mouth to taste Morgan’s.
“Break it up, you two. We still need to lag for break.” Mel forced her cue stick between them. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”
Joey’s cue ball was the only one that passed Morgan’s and just barely did. With the winning lag, she watched Morgan rack the balls. She admired her as she leaned in, making sure the triangle held the balls flush. Joey reached out with her cue stick and pulled Morgan’s top down, affording herself a view of pert breasts. “Nice.”
Morgan stood and lifted her shirt, showing off her tits.
“Can you see them better now?”
“Oh, fuck!” Joey looked around but realized Morgan’s back was to everyone but their group. “Yeah, I can.”
“Now will you focus on pool?”
“Yeah, right.” Joey turned to Kennedy. “How about yours?”
Kennedy took Mel’s hand and ran it under her shirt, placing it on a breast.
“No one needs to see mine but Mel.”
Joey watched as Mel kissed Kennedy hard on her mouth and could see Mel’s hand working under Kennedy’s shirt.
“You gonna watch them all night or break?” Morgan asked.
Joey broke and knocked in three solids. She proceeded to run the table. After sinking the eight ball, she stood and smiled at Morgan.
“That’s one.”
“And only one,” Morgan said. “Kennedy, come up for air. Your turn to rack ’em.”
Joey watched as Morgan meandered toward her. Morgan wandered behind her and pressed into her back, kissing her neck. She had her fingers on Joey’s upper thighs and pulled her into her crotch.
Heat seared through Joey’s body. She took one of Morgan’s hands and moved it the inch it needed to press into her clit.
“You don’t waste time, do you?” Morgan placed her hand back on Joey’s thigh.
“Why should I?”
“Because being teased is so much fun.”
Morgan turned Joey around and kissed her, mouth open and tongue searching.
Joey kissed her back, light-headed as the blood drained from her head, pooling in the nerve center between her legs.
“Joey? Break already,” Mel interrupted them again.
“Damn, your timing is lousy,” Joey told her.
“The sooner we win this game, the sooner we get past teasing and on to the good stuff. Now break.”
Joey broke again and knocked three stripes in, but her focus was gone, and she didn’t sink anything on her follow-up shot.
Morgan went next and ran the table. “That’s one apiece.”
Joey smiled at Morgan. She was so cute and feisty. She halfway wanted to throw the next game just to see what Morgan would do if she was topping her. Not that the bet mattered much to Joey. She knew they’d win and she’d call the shots, which would mean a free-for-all fuckfest. She couldn’t care less who drove. She just wanted to get this woman alone where she could fully enjoy her body.
As Joey racked the balls, Morgan squatted behind her and licked her inner thighs. She hiked up her shorts leg and boxers and licked inches from Joey’s wet pussy. Joey leaned over the pool table and let her continue.
“I’m not going to make you stop in case you wondered,” Joey said. She felt Morgan stop and stood, pulling her to her and kissing her.
“You don’t really give a shit who watches you do what, do you?” Joey asked when the kiss ended.
“Not so much.”
“Okay, go break.” She patted Morgan’s ass.
Morgan broke and kept control of the table until she scratched. Mel took over and knocked in all but two of their balls. Kennedy cleared the rest of the solids but missed on the eight ball. Joey dropped the two striped balls with ease and called the eight ball in the corner pocket. She had to bank it and shoot without much force so the ball would angle just right.
Joey blocked out everyone and every sound in the bar as she lined up her shot. She was far too competitive not to give it her all. The cue ball hit the eight ball right where she wanted it. She stood and watched as the eight ball rolled toward the corner. And slowed. And teetered into the hole.
She and Mel high-fived each other, then turned to Morgan and Kennedy.
“So,” Joey said, “do y’all want another round or shall we head to the cottage?”
“We don’t need anything more to drink. Let’s just get out of here.” Morgan took Joey’s hand.
Chapter Eight
Once in the parking lot, Joey pressed Morgan against her truck and kissed her, running her hands over her body. Morgan reached into her pocket and held out her keys, which Kennedy grabbed. Aroused to the point of shaking, Joey fumbled with her keys and finally got the door open for Morgan. They continued to kiss until Morgan finally pulled away and climbed in.
Joey followed Kennedy to the cottage and went back to kissing Morgan as soon as they were parked. She lifted Morgan’s shirt and bent to take a hard nipple in her mouth. She sucked and tugged on it while Morgan tangled her fingers in Joey’s hair.
“You smell like sunshine,” Joey murmured, planting kisses first on one breast and then the other. “So fresh and clean.”
Her breathing was heavy as she toyed with the button on Morgan’s shorts.
“We should go inside,” Morgan whispered.
“Fuck it. I want to take you here.”
“A bed would be much more comfortable.”
“What?” Joey finally registered what Morgan was saying. She knew she’d have much better access to that tight body outside of the confines of the truck. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get inside.”
They hurried in the house, where Joey could hear Mel and Kennedy behind a closed door. Morgan shed her clothes as she led Joey down the hall to her room. When she got there, she turned to face Joey, completely naked. Joey closed the door behind her and drew Morgan to her for another kiss. She ran her hands over Morgan’s soft, naked skin, clasping her tight ass and spreading her cheeks as she held her close against her.
Morgan took one of Joey’s hands and placed it between her legs, moving against it. Joey shuddered at how wet and swollen she found Morgan. She walked her back against the bed and sat her on the edge.
Joey knelt and gently held Morgan’s legs apart. She gazed at the creaminess on display and watched as she
buried two fingers inside her, knuckles up. She turned them over and pulled them out.
“Oh, God, yes, Joey. Fuck me.” She sat up and watched as Joey fucked her.
Joey repeated the motion, sliding three fingers in, then taking them out. She lowered her mouth and licked Morgan’s swollen clit, slowly and deliberately, heady from the taste of it. She moved her fingers in and out of her while she licked the length of her.
“Holy fuck, you feel good.” Morgan lay back on the bed as Joey moved her mouth to her opening, flicking her tongue around it before entering her. She licked inside her while she stroked her clit, pressing into it as she rubbed.
Joey reached her free hand up and cupped a small breast, alternately kneading it and twisting the nipple. She continued to fuck her as Morgan began to move against her in earnest, bucking and writhing. She felt Morgan’s hand on the back of her head, holding her face against her as she cried out, covering Joey’s face in come.
Joey licked her clean and kissed her way back to Morgan’s mouth, where she firmly planted hers. As they kissed, Morgan began to unzip Joey’s shorts.
“Who said I was through with you?” Joey asked.
“I need to touch you.”
“Maybe I’m not ready for that.” Joey was wet and throbbing but didn’t think Morgan needed to know that. She looked around the tiny bedroom, and her gaze landed on the dresser. “Do you have any toys here?”
“Maybe.”
“Get them.”
“I only have one.” Morgan climbed off the bed. She opened the top dresser drawer and pulled out a harness with a long, thick dildo in it.
“Now you’re talking,” Joey said. Aware of Morgan’s attention glued to her, Joey slowly took her shirt over her head and folded it, laying it on the dresser. She kicked off her sandals and had her shorts unbuttoned when Morgan stepped to her, closing her mouth on Joey’s breast.
“I said no.” Joey pulled away. She stepped out of her shorts and boxers and watched Morgan’s appreciative gaze working over her body. She stood, desire flooding her, wanting to feel Morgan on her and in her, and reached to take the harness. She got it on and grabbed Morgan again, kissing her hard as she maneuvered the cyber skin cock inside her. She arched her hips and plunged it deeper, pulling it out slightly before filling her again.
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