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“The room smells like pussy, Leigh. Like your pussy. And this fucking bitch’s!”  
    She tore a shoe from her foot and hurled it at me. I ducked, but was close enough to hear the clunky whistle before it crashed into the lamp behind me.  
    “It’s Liza!” Leigh yelled, throwing her hands up in the air as if that explanation made everything better.  
    Then it did.  
    “Oh,” Jenny said, pausing. The second shoe dropped from her hand. She turned to me, broke into a smile, and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Liza. I’m Jenny.”  
    Like many couples, Jenny and Leigh had a list. I was on that list, right at the top. Like Jenny’s first girlfriend, Natalie.  
    Leigh had told Jenny enough stories that she already knew me. She even knew about the time Leigh and I had snuck into Barnes & Noble from the Starbucks next door, right as the bookstore was closing. We hid in the shadows until it was locked up. We donned masks, shed our clothes, and spent an entire night fucking throughout the store, and making odd displays of books spelling ridiculous things, like putting the children’s book, “Everyone Poops” beside the memoir, “On Mom.”  
    “I want to kiss her,” Jenny says, smiling at Leigh.  
    Leigh says, “OK then, I get her pussy.”  
    I love their playful exchanges, and that they’re mostly for me.
    Jenny crawls to the top of the bed, smiling. I can feel my oven-hot cunt, getting wetter in anticipation of Leigh, who is slowly making her way between us, using molasses like movements to tease me.  
    Jenny kisses me as Leigh finally pushes the tip of her tongue to my clit and starts licking, like she used to do when I was barely a woman.  
    I’ve been with many women since Leigh. None made me feel so young or innocent, so much like a me I no longer am, and won’t be again.  
    I swim in Jenny’s mouth thinking, This is what Leigh goes to sleep tasting each night, and wonder if that’s a sweeter taste than Richard.  
    No, not sweeter. Different.  
    She works slowly on my pussy. Leigh parts my folds, and drags her lips lengthwise along my pussy. She darts her tongue into my center, then drags it up and down. She mashes her mouth inside me, making me feel things I’ve not felt in a while, reminding me that there are things Richard can’t do.  
    Why would he want me to feel this?  
    I swat the thought and turn to the girls.  
    “Please,” I whimper, “can you both rub my pussy?”  
    They laugh. Jenny moves down toward Leigh as Leigh pulls her face from my soaking hole. She slits her middle finger into my cunt and starts sloshing while Jenny rubs my clit.  
    I grab her face and yank it toward me, kiss her, then shove her away and start bucking up into my morning’s first orgasm.  
    Then, just what I wanted: explosion.  
    I try not to laugh, looking up at the couple’s expressions. Jenny and Leigh both look intense, working in tandem to get me off. They’re a team, and working well together. Shocks of pleasure are sharp through my body. Jenny rubs faster at the top in tight circles, as Leigh’s finger swims through the dips.  
    I slap my hand between my legs, and bat theirs away.  
    It’s too much.  
    I laugh as I finish, my whole body shaking.
    The girls are smiling. I wonder what’s next.  
    My pussy’s still hungry, even after just eating.
    But it isn’t my turn. Not after what was just done to me, and what the girls had been doing all night. They were generous with their affections, never making me feel like an intruder. I feel like a guest, with each of them fighting for pieces of fruit. Jenny shared in our pleasure, but put our history first, as Leigh would do for her Natalie.
    “Who’s next?” I ask.  
    They both stare, smiling and silent.  
    “I’m going to eat one of you. Whose pussy am I eating first?”  
    “Hers,” they say at once, each of them pointing.  
    “No,” Jenny insists, shaking her head. “It has to be her.”  
    Leigh smiles rather