Jack pulled off the undershirt and stood before Lily, all rippling biceps and strong thighs. Her breasts were small and high, and her stomach was tautly muscled — not from the machines at a gym, but from hard work. “Wow,” Lily sighed.
“Ah, nothin’ special.” Jack’s freckled cheeks reddened— adorably, Lily thought.
“Are you kidding, woman? If you lived in Atlanta, you’d have to beat the dykes off with a softball bat. Come here.”
Lily shuddered as Jack’s skin met her own. Jack was a strong lover, skillful yet passionate. Her hands were everywhere, on Lily’s breasts, belly, thighs, stroking so many surfaces that Lily wondered if Jack had a couple of extra pairs of hands she kept hidden from view.
When Jack entered Lily, she took her quickly to orgasm, then waited inside her a few moments, and took her again. Lily clutched the headboard and bit the pillow to stop the scream that she felt building up in her throat. After her third climax, she gasped, “We’re gonna have to take it easy a minute. I think I’m losing brain cells here.”
Jack slowly withdrew her hand. “Well, why don’t we try this instead?” Jack threw the quilt over Lily’s naked body and burrowed under it until her head was between Lily’s thighs. Lily closed her eyes and sighed. For the first time since Charlotte’s death, her mind was clear and empty, and she gave herself over to pleasure. Her orgasm was beautiful and shattering, and tension drained from her eyes in the form of tears.
As Lily lay exhausted in Jack’s arms, she said, “Your turn.”
“Huh?”
“Your turn. You did me; now I do you.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. A lotta girls, I wear ’em out so bad, they pass right out.”
Lily smiled at Jack’s cockiness and slid on top of her. “Not this girl.” She pressed her lips to Jack’s and let her hands trail down her lean, muscular body.
As they lay holding each other, Jack said, “I wish you could stay the night. I’d make you breakfast again.”
“Peaches and coffee?”
“Mm-hm.”
“I’d love to stay, but you know I can’t.”
Jack grinned. “Gosh, you don’t think your husband suspects you’re a dyke, do you?”
Lily laughed. “I’d better get dressed.” She rose and walked across the room to retrieve her underwear. “How did my panties end up all the way over here?”
“Beats me.” Jack watched her dress. “Any chance we could maybe do this again?”
Lily buttoned her dress. “Well, I’m not in a position right now to make any promises, but yeah, I think maybe we could.”
Jack pulled on her underwear. “You know, don’t you, that I don’t just do this with any girl. I
