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“You’re sure?” Debra asked her.

Carrie had become a good friend to her in recent months, and while there wouldn’t ever be anything romantic between them, Debra could see why Nia had thought there could have been a possibility at their singles’ week.

“I’m totally sure. Go. Dance.”

“I’m going to start without you,” Sharon stated as she walked backward onto the dance floor.

“You better not do that tonight, too,” Debra replied and stood up to join her.

“Hey,” Sharon said, wrapping her arms around Debra’s neck.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Debra said and kissed her forehead.

“And that thing you were just talking to Carrie about?”

“What thing?”

Sharon kissed her nose and said, “Yeah, okay; let’s go with that.” She placed her hand between Debra’s breasts and splayed her fingers over her chest. “You know what would look really good here?”

“Huh?”

“A ring,” Sharon said. “On this finger specifically.” She touched her ring finger with her other index finger. “Yeah, my hand looks a little bare, don’t you think?”

“We’ll have to see to that, then; won’t we?”

“And I think your hand looks a little bare, too.” Sharon brought Debra’s hand to her lips and kissed the spot where an engagement ring would go. “Just thinking out loud here.”

“One dance. Then, we can get out of here. This thing is winding down anyway.”

“Yeah? Where are we going?”

“To the hotel. I’m going to take your tipsy butt to bed.”

Sharon laughed and said, “Yes, please.”

Kristina

“Fuck!”

“That’s the idea, babe,” Jennifer said.

“We can’t,” she replied.

“We’re already doing it, Kris. You look so good tonight, babe.”

Jennifer’s lips moved to her neck, and the hand that had just snaked into Kristina’s panties was already stroking her clit hard and fast, not even letting her adjust.

“We’re in a bathroom.”

“It’s a verynicebathroom.” Jennifer said and nibbled on her neck as her free hand slid into Kristina’s dress and pulled her breast out of her bra.

“You can’t wait until we’re in the room?”

“Clearly not,” Jennifer replied and lowered her mouth to Kristina’s nipple.