The next day
Shane sat at the kitchen table in jeans and a “wife beater” white undershirt. She was, without success, trying to drink a cup of coffee. The task was made difficult with Carmen seated on her lap nuzzling her neck. Shane smiled at Carmen. “Do you think I’ll get to finish this cup?”
“I’m not stopping you, baby,” Carmen teased.
“I can hardly get to it with you sitting on me.”
“Shane, is that my fault or yours? I can’t sit in any of these kitchen chairs. I have to sit on something soft. My ass is still on fire.”
“Did I hurt you?” Shane said with concern.
“You hurt me good.” Last night had been incredible. With Jenny out of the house and Mark leaving them alone, Shane had no distractions. Carmen had been fulfilled numerous times throughout yesterday afternoon, last night, and early this morning and she had taken care of Shane, too. Still, when Shane reached for her mug, Carmen grabbed that hand and pressed it against her breast that was covered by a satiny bowling shirt. Sated? Yes. But she wasn’t averse to some morning loving.
Shane groaned when she felt Carmen’s hard nipple under her hand and she was compelled to squeeze her breast and pinch the nipple. Carmen bent to Shane’s lips and kissed her, a smile crossing her lips when Shane opened her mouth to Carmen’s tongue. Shane slid the mug across the table as she re-positioned her on her lap.
Carmen heard the mug being slid away and she broke their kiss. ““What? Drink. I don’t want to keep you from your morning ritual.”
“You’ve become my morning ritual.”
Shane kissed her again, thinking, screw the coffee. The shed door slammed outside.
Again, Carmen broke the kiss. “If only we were totally alone. I’d take you right here on this table,” Carmen threatened.
“I’d take you.”
Carmen looked up and out the window. “Not gonna happen. Your perverted friend is on his way in.”
“Carmen, he’s apologized for the cameras and tapes. Mark’s been a decent guy.
Carmen reared back and looked at her lover. She spoke in a low tone. “Decent? Uh-uh. Have you noticed all of the plain, brown envelopes with no return address coming to the house for him?”
“No.”
“I have. Three this week. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s sold pictures of you to freaks online.”
To shut Carmen’s ongoing commentary on what was wrong with Mark, Shane pushed her tongue down her throat and kissed her in a way that had Carmen moaning in her mouth. Mark walked onto the back deck and was about to enter the kitchen when he saw the two women locking lips.
