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parted, like they watched the same movies Ash did. Slightly disconcerted, but still turned on, Ash removed her jacket and slung it over the back of a shabby leather club chair. Like everything else in the room, it seemed out of step with the owner.
    Ash would never have picked this bedroom, in this sedate Brookline home, for the private retreat of a woman like Dani Bush. Large, with an ornate plaster ceiling, the room was crammed with a random collection of antique furniture, threadbare Persian rugs, gilt-framed paintings of ß owers and country scenes, an old rocking horse, a dollhouse, and a scary quantity of lavender velvet drapery. Every surface was ankle deep in trinkets and mementos.
    Ash sat down in the club chair and tried not to be distracted. She had the eerie sense that she was seeing the history of someone’s life played out in a private code that took the form of inanimate objects.
    The dressing table looked like a ß ea-market stall, the kind Ash would associate with old people, not sexy lesbians into threesomes.
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    It just goes to show, she thought as Dani began caressing Karlah’s breasts, Þ rst impressions could be misleading. Who, for example, would guess that Karlah had a tattoo of a small pig tucked in the shadow of her pelvic bone? Ash got a ß ash of her drunk as shit on a spring break and waking up the next morning wondering how the souvenir body art had ended up on her person.
    Dani had a nipple in her mouth, sucking and teasing. Karlah moaned softly and opened her legs a little more. Dani gazed back at Ash. Slowly, deliberately, she slid a couple of Þ ngers between her own thighs and worked them provocatively.
    Holding her gaze, Ash unbuttoned her shirt and let it hang open.
    She trailed her hand down the white cotton of her tank, unbuckled her belt, and ß icked open the top button of her pants. Both Dani and Karlah stared, transÞ xed, as she slid her hand idly down over her pants to rest on her crotch.
    Dani seemed to gulp a breath, her breasts rising and falling so sharply they wobbled. She lifted a couple of glistening Þ ngers to Karlah’s mouth, tracing them across her lips before slipping them inside. Droopy-eyed with desire, Karlah sucked intently, then pulled Dani down onto her and the two women squirmed against one another, kissing and stroking and sighing. Dani’s golden tan glowed against Karlah’s creamier coloring. Her voluptuous breasts crowded Karlah’s.
    She worked her way upright until she was sitting astride Karlah’s belly, then leaned forward so her nipples swung low enough for Karlah to fondle and kiss.
    Between gasps of pleasure, she twisted to stare at Ash. Almost solemnly, she wet her lips and asked, “Want to fuck?”
    Ash eyed the ß are of her narrow waist and the pearish perfection of her ass but stayed where she was, legs stretched indolently in front of her. “Soon.”
    With a knowing smile, Dani turned away again and tangled her hand in Karlah’s hair. Head back, eyes closed, she surrendered herself to sensation for several minutes before sliding off and rolling onto her side. Face-to-face, breathing hard, and almost as one, the lovers reached between each other’s thighs, their long, slender legs scissored.
    A tight lump in Ash’s throat began to melt, ß ushing liquid desire down into her chest and belly. Her tank felt like sandpaper against her nipples. They were always unbearably sensitive as she got hotter, never letting her forget for a minute that she needed to come, and soon. She
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    could smell the brackish musk of her own arousal and the subtle scent her skin emitted when she craved release.
    Her hosts writhed and ground against one another, their mouths locked, their breathing torn. Ash opened her zipper and shoved her hand between her thighs, clamping down, needing to slow her own response. She wanted to remain in the grip of this urgent aching need a while longer. Nothing made her feel