“What type of music do you listen to?” Bridgette came up beside her and handed her a glass.
She took out a CD case to look at the songs from a band she never heard of. “I used to listen to Top 40 music and some pop country.”
“You used to? You don’t anymore?” Bridgette looked over the rim of her glass at her in skepticism.
“The people I was recently friends with had more selective tastes, like opera and classical music.” She hoped Bridgette changed the topic.
“Seriously? I don’t think I know anyone who listens to that type of music.” Bridgette made a face and shivered.
She snorted. “I feel exactly the way you do.” She looked at the case she held. “The Bay City Rollers?” She snuck a peek at Bridgette, who watched her closely.
“You have to know the Bay City Rollers! They’re my favorite band from the seventies. Their biggest hit, “Saturday Night” is such a fun song to sing and dance to.”
She shrugged. “Sorry, never heard of them. Or the song.”
Bridgette took the case from her and turned on the stereo, sliding the disk in. “You’re going to be in for a real treat, then.” She fiddled with a few buttons and soon peppy rocklike music came on.
Bridgette swayed to the music and snapped her fingers as the words, “Saturday night” kept repeating. She then started singing the lyrics in a high-pitched voice.
Bridgette’s off-key singing made Deborah giggle as the other woman twirled around the room. Rotquel lifted her head from her dozing, yawning widely, then lying down as if it was an everyday occurrence and nothing spectacular.
She sat on the arm of the couch and tapped her fingers on her knee along with the beat. If she was brave enough, she’d join Bridgette’s dancing, perhaps wrap her arms around her close.
Bridgette made the decision for her when she came over with her arms extended and grabbed her. “Come, join me.”
“I can’t dance,” she said over the music as Bridgette moved around her in circles.
“Come on! Let yourself go!” Bridgette practically yelled and reached for her hand.
She surrendered and swayed with Bridgette, singing the chorus.
“I’m going to get dizzy,” she said as Bridgette twirled her around in a circle.
Bridgette laughed, and they circled the room until Deborah backed into a wide burgundy chaise lounge her arms flailing as she tripped. She landed on the chaise, and she lay back as Bridgette fell on top of her.
She lost control and began laughing to the point where her sides ached. Bridgette joined in with her as the song faded.
“That was fun,” she said through her titters and placed her hands on the Bridgette’s back. She bit her lip when Bridgette rubbed her, and her legs opened on their own.
“Wasn’t it?” Bridgette pulled back the hair falling around her face and when she lifted up on her hands, her nose bumped Deborah’s chin.
She tried to catch her breath, but it was a lost cause because Bridgette traced her cheek and mouth. She shivered when her nipples tightened and her pussy dampened.
“Are you cold?” Bridgette dropped soft kisses on her face.
“No-no…your touch makes me.”
“Want me like I want you?” Bridgette pressed her mouth to hers.
She stroked Bridgette’s head, loving how her springy curls wrapped around her fingers. She couldn’t wait to find if they were just as curly over her cunt she longed to lick and suck like Bridgette was doing to her mouth.
Her head tipped back as Bridgette’s mouth left hers and kissed her collarbone and lower—tugging down the straps of her dress and peppering kisses on her shoulder. She arched as Bridgette pushed her knee between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She sighed, wanting Bridgette’s mouth on her breasts.
“What do you want, honey?” Her hand went under Deborah’s dress and cupped her between her legs.
“Oh!” She rolled her head to the side. Whimpers escaped her mouth as Bridgette caressed her through her wet panties.
“Your mouth on my breasts.”
“You got it,” Bridgette replied in a throaty whisper, and her fingers curled around Deborah’s bodice. She removed her hands from Bridgette’s head and wiggled as the top of her dress loosened.
The cool air from the vent overhead met her heated flesh, and her nipples became even more pointed.
“Wow, Sharon, you have amazing-looking tits,” Bridgette said in longing and circled one.
“My nipples are too large and always aroused.” She swallowed, tears forming in her eyes from the pleasure Bridgette gave her.
A moan left Bridgette’s mouth and her tongue came out and lapped Deborah’s left nipple. She couldn’t turn away while Bridgette licked her.
“I want you to come hard for me.” Bridgette swallowed her nipple as her fingers reached inside her panties and lightly scratched her pussy.
“Yes. Me, too.” She sobbed as Bridgette sucked harder, her teeth biting once, making a trickle of her desire cover Bridgette’s fingers.
“I want some of that.” Bridgette released her nipple and gave Deborah a deep, wet kiss, only to stop and move down and lift the hem of her skirt.
She plucked her nipples with her fingers and tilted her head back as Bridgette removed her panties. Bridgette’s bouncy curls brushed the inside of her legs. When her tongue trailed a line from the inside of her knee to the edge of her pussy, Deborah yelped.
“Oh, Bridge, eat me now.” She raised her leg to land on Bridgette’s shoulder. She hooked her ankle around to pull her in.
“That’s it…let go, my special girl.” Bridgette latched her mouth on her core.
Her whole body stiffened at those words. The pleasure she experienced moments ago now frightened her even as her inner muscles clenched around Bridgette’s tongue and fingers.
Yes, that’s it, my special girl. My bad girl needs to be punished…
Genevieve’s voice echoed in her ears, and she sat up as Bridgette’s finger moved near her rosette.
“No!” She scrambled off the chaise, hitting Bridgette in the side of the head. She rolled off to the side and crawled back; the loud sounds of barking and a woman’s voice calling her name all became one.
“Don’t touch me. Leave me alone,” she sobbed and covered her head with her arms.
All she heard was her panting in her ears. Then, a second later, loud booms came from somewhere outside, and she cried out. She wobbled to her feet and backed away.
“Sharon, dear, calm down.” Bridgette stepped toward her.
“Don’t call me that!” She pulled her hair, needing the pain to drown out the ache between her legs and chest.
“You’re scaring me. Did I hurt you?” Bridgette held out an arm as Rotquel made her way to her side.