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down.
    Fuck it, I thought as I finished it and tossed the cup
into the pail under the board. I stood there a moment staring at nothing,
letting everything run through me, burning like the tequila—the frustration
with Trace, the arousal from Blue, and the normal restlessness that rides
everyone’s blood on a summer night. Okay, maybe that’s just hormones, but you
know what I mean.
    Maybe the moon was full, or I’d had more to drink than
I thought. Could be I was still a little annoyed, maybe even a little raw about
the “cute” comment. I don’t know why I had such a need to have Trace see me
differently (okay, maybe I do know, but let’s just move on), but I was scanning
the dance floor, finding Trace’s cold gray eyes and holding them with my own.
Blue twined her arms around my neck, and I tangled my hands into her hair,
drawing her head back. My lips were almost on her throat, just a breath away,
before I broke that eye contact with Trace, and this time, definitely on my
terms.
    Cute this, I thought as I brought my teeth to bear along
the column of Blue’s throat, and my hands were in the mix, too. I had both of
them by the twin junctions of her thighs and was alternately scraping along
their length with my nails (yes, I keep them short, but not bitten) and
massaging the firm muscle. She was busy, too. Gratifyingly responsive to my
kisses and caresses, she hungrily licked and sucked on my neck, her hands
tracing the contours of my face, her knees now firm against my ribs.
    I lifted my head away from the assault, then dipped
it, questing for her mouth. My hands rested lightly on her parted thighs, and
as I slid my tongue between her welcoming lips, I softly brushed my thumbs
along the narrow strip of material that held her secrets. She gasped into my
mouth, and her body surged forward. I pressed my thumbs harder against her and
could feel the valley she wanted to welcome me into under the damp material.
    “Are you sure?” I whispered into her ear, interrupting
the meeting of the mouths, and she bit my neck in response. I glanced up a
moment, toward the dance floor, and found Trace’s eyes upon me, an unreadable
expression on her ABC face. Burying my lips into Blue’s neck, I lifted
the flimsy material away with my right hand and stroked over the fine damp
hairs that lined her cleft with my left. Her clit was hard and wanted my
attention, and I complied, sliding my thumbs around its base, stroking it.
    She was soft and slick, swollen with want and wide
open to me. Shifting my left hand palm up, I poised my index and middle fingers
right at her wet and welcoming entrance.
    She moaned softly and eased back on her elbows, her
head hanging between her shoulders.
    I leaned forward over her and slid my free arm around
her waist. When she raised her head to mine, I kissed her. “Are you sure?” I
murmured into her lips. “We can stop if you want.”
    She grabbed my wrist. “Please, Nina,” she asked, and
kissed me deeply. “Fuck me,” she whispered into my ear, and as she leaned back
again, she pulled me with her, but still I stayed my hand, at her entrance, but
not in it, “just fuck me.”
    Hey, you never deny a lady a direct request, right?
    I kissed her again, slowly and sensually, and explored
the lovely rich wetness between her lips. With small and steady movements,
relishing the feel of her, I entered by slow degrees, getting to know her,
making sure she was more than ready. When the very tips of my fingers were
inside her, I felt more than heard her anticipating groan. That, and the
complete opening of body—you know what I mean, that sudden, total, there’s-just-no-barriers-here-I’m-wide-open-to-you
welcome that tells you “Now, right now!”—were the cue I wanted, had been
waiting for. It’s all about timing. I pulled her closer and in one swift,
almost savage movement, slid my tongue all the way into her mouth, pressed my
thumb hard against her clit and my fingers almost as far as they could