“I can see that.” Sharon smiled. “Back to the bedroom with it?”
“Um… Okay.”
“Anything else?” Sharon asked, moving into Debra and wrapping her arms around Debra’s waist from behind after setting her drink next to hers on the shelf.
“That’s pretty good; what you’re doing right now.”
Sharon rested her chin on Debra’s shoulder and said, “Let’s get it all out now, shall we? Or some of it, at least.”
“What do you–”
“Vibrators, yes. Definitely, in fact. I love them. I have several of them at home. You already know I’ll happily watch porn with you. Strap-ons are great. I like to give and receive in that department, but my preference is mainly receiving.” Shemoved her lips to Debra’s ear and added, “I love getting fucked with one.”
“Oh, wow,” Debra said.
“But I also love nice and slow,” Sharon shared.
“Me too,” Debra replied. “Um… giving; my preference is giving that.”
“That works out well,” Sharon said, moving her hands to Debra’s belt buckle. “I also love going down on a woman, and I love it when she does that to me.”
“Yes,” Debra let out. “Me too. Both.”
“There are other things we can talk about, but I think that can wait until later because I’d really like to go back to the bedroom with you now anddosome of those things instead. Talking can wait.”
“Yes, it can,” Debra stated before she handed Sharon the DVD, grabbed both of their glasses, and they walked to Sharon’s room with smiles on their faces.
Once inside, the door was locked. Sharon went to the DVD player, slid in the disc, grabbed the remote, and sat on the bed. Then, she turned on the TV and waited for the menu to appear.
“Can you put it on mute?” Debra requested after setting their drinks down on their respective tables.
“You don’t want to hear it?”
“I hate the music and some of the fake sounds. It pulls me out of the mood.”
“No problem,” Sharon replied and pressed mute on the menu screen.
Then, she turned around and saw Debra standing by the side of the bed, looking down at it.
“Hey, if you don’t want to–”
“I do,” Debra said. “I’m just trying to figure out what to dofirst.”
“Oh,” Sharon replied. “Well, what usually works to get you going?”
“I think what usually works doesn’t apply here.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m usually alone.”
“Do you want me to leave for–”
“No,” Debra interrupted. “God, no. I don’t want to be weird about this. I had sex the other night. I know I should be fine with it now, but you’re standing over there, looking gorgeous, and you’re somehow into me, and–”
“Hey, hold on a second, okay? Just watch.”
Sharon pressed the play button on the DVD and set the remote aside.
