“You want to talk about thatnow? We’re moving away from it and can’t do anything.”
“What do you want to grab tonight?”
Sharon chuckled against her and said, “A strap-on.”
“Really?”
Sharon nodded and said, “Yes. And I’d like you to wear it. I’m interested in having that sexy bartender from last night take me however she wants.”
“Jesus,” Debra replied. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”
“Want to make this a short walk?”
Debra stopped walking when she heard something. It sounded familiar and yet not exactly familiar. She recognized the sounds well enough, but not the owners of them.
“What the–” Sharon began saying and stopped. “Oh, my God. Someone’s out here.” She covered her mouth.
“And they’re doing something we just talked about doing ourselves.”
“Can you see who it is?” Sharon asked, peering through the trees into the thick darkness.
“No. And we shouldn’t watch.”
Debra stood behind her and covered Sharon’s eyes.
“Babe!” Sharon whispered. “It’s too dark to see anything anyway.” She removed Debra’s hand but placed it on her stomach instead. “But we could listen, right? Nothing’s wrong with that.”
Moans and gasps had her moving her hand under Sharon’s shirt, and Sharon didn’t stop her when Debra added her second hand and slid that one to the waistband of Sharon’s sweats.
“Yeah?” Sharon asked, whispering again.
“We’re on a sidewalk. We can’t. A car drove by just a second ago. But I want to.”
“We could hide in the trees like they did.”
“Fuck!” someone said from the darkness. “Yes! Yes!”
“God, I’m getting…” Sharon faded out as she pressed her hand to the one Debra now had on her breast.
“Me too,” she said and kissed Sharon’s neck before she ran her nose up to her earlobe. “It’s even better that we can’t see them for me. They sound really good.”
“Really well… taken care of.”
“God! Don’t stop,” the same woman said. “I’m close.”
“Shit,” Sharon said and moved Debra’s hand down and over her pants to cup her.
“We can’t,” Debra repeated but pressed her hand into Sharon harder. “God, you feel so good.”
“Touch me,” Sharon begged. “I’ll come fast.”
“I’m coming!” the woman yelled out through the trees. Then, she moaned and added, “God, Gage! Yes!”
Sharon tensed then.
“You okay?”
“It’s Carrie and Gage.” Sharon chuckled.
