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Bailey had been so good at her first time, knowing her own body already…
    She began sliding her fingers in and out the way Lydia had, and using her palm to put pressure on the hood of her friend’s clit. Lydia responded with a deep sigh, and closed her eyes half-way.
    Amazed, Emma watched a flush of heat and arousal creep up her friend’s body, all the way up to her gorgeous breasts… and then she leaned down to suck her nipple, using one hand to knead her breasts and the other to finger and rub her sex.
    Lydia’s breathing quickened, and Emma picked up her effort, excited. The brunette began to thrust softly against her hand.
    A few minutes of quiet breathing and moving together passed. Lydia’s hand squeezed her bare ass whenever she got the rhythm just right, until the brunette began tensing every so often, obviously on her way to orgasm.
    Excited, Emma kept at it, despite tiring wrists, and she was soon rewarded with an array of rising sighs, finally reaching moans as Lydia’s skin turned bright red with arousal - and then a little scream, forced from a set jaw and tensed muscles.
    Amazingly, she felt her friend’s inner walls clench against her fingers tightly.
    Lydia shot out her legs, squealed and then relaxed.
    Emma sat up, watching her friend in mild shock.
    “Oh, I really needed that, too,” Lydia breathed, finally opening her eyes. “Jack and I don’t really do much these days.”
    “Oh,” Emma frowned.
    Lydia gripped her hand. “You wanna do this again sometime?”
    She couldn’t help but smile and burn bright red. “Yeah… this was fun.”
    Lydia donned her panties, but nothing else, and they hun g around in their underwear, drank wine, and watched television for the rest of the afternoon, occasionally fingering each other to orgasm when the mood struck.
     
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Chapter 3
    The next afternoon, s he crept across the street and knocked on Kayla’s door, intent on using the locket to its full effect this time. Filled with righteous fury, she told herself that she was doing this not just for herself, but for the entire neighborhood. Everybody suffered from the retired fashion model’s machinations.
    And she was incredibly gorgeous. She wore her long blonde hair in a sleek look that emphasized her poised cleavage and firm chest, and always wore dresses that hugged her toned body. That gave the thirty-five-year-old woman a sense of superiority that wouldn’t fade for another decade, if ever. She’d always be the prettiest woman her age around, and she knew it.
    “Oh, hello ,” Kayla answered the door with a Stepford smile. “How are you, Emma?”
    “I’m good,” she replied. “Can I come in?”
    “Do you need something?” Kayla asked, her fake smile growing wider somehow.
    “Oh, just a private matter to discuss about one of our friends I’m concerned about.”
    The blonde’s eyes lit up at the prospect of gossip, even if her face didn’t react. “Well come in then!”
    Emma checked the street to see if anyone had noticed her visit, but nobody had. She entered the house with a vicious excitement.
    “So, what is it?” Kayla asked.
    “This.” Emma gripped the locket in her jacket pocket.
    The blonde woman’s face turned neutral.
    Practically shaking with excitement, Emma looked around the front hallway, familiar with it from their weekly gossip circle disguised as a book club. “Is anyone else here?”
    “You are,” Kayla replied in monotone.
    Frustrated, she re-worded her question. “Is anyone else in this house besides you and me?”
    “No.”
    “When will the next person be arriving?”
    “ They’re coming for the book club on Saturday.”
    “Wait, where’s your husband?”
    “Don’s in Miami until next week.”
    Fighting an overpowering nervousness and excitement, Emma directed Kayla further into the house. “Do you have a diary?”
    “No.”
    “What’s your deepest, darkest secret, then?”
    “I don’t know,” came the model’s flat reply.
    Emma