Forget Me Not: A Lesbian Romance, page 10
“Billy thought that- that is- he thought that I- that I should
do something about what you told me, but I wasn’t sure what
that meant. I’m here, after I basically bribed Jim Johnson into
telling me how to get here, and I still don’t even know why
I’m here.”
Quinn had this habit of smiling when she was nervous.
She’d always done it and she was doing it now. It was an odd
smile, like her lips were pulling up against her will or without
her even knowing it, a knee jerk reaction to her anxiety, but
Dallas thought that Quinn was beautiful. That her smile was
beautiful. She felt a throbbing ache start between her legs,
even though she knew Quinn was off limits. It was against
some law somewhere that they could ever be friends again.
Anything more than that was unthinkable. But Quinn was still
there. And they were still alone in a hotel room. It made Dallas
wish that everything was different.
That she had never left Topeka. That they were on some
secret rendezvous that wasn’t so secret and wasn’t really a
rendezvous, but was just them taking an afternoon for them.
An afternoon off work. Meeting up in a hotel room to spice
things up. Loving each other on both of those beds because
messing up one just wasn’t nearly as fun. Maybe they’d make
use of the shower too. It was nice and glassed in and definitely
large enough.
Dallas snapped out of that in a hurry. Her nipples were
now so hard that they felt like kabob sticks. The kind with the
incredibly pointy ends.
“Quinn, I-”
“Are you leaving right away?” Quinn spoke at the same
time as Dallas did and they both paused. Quinn studied the
suitcase on the bed across from her.
Dallas wished that she could say she wasn’t. “I- yeah.
This afternoon. In a couple of hours.”
“Oh.” Quinn sounded strangely disappointed. She
wouldn’t look at Dallas.
“I- I have work that I have to get back to.”
“Me too. I keep taking days off. I feel bad because they
told me to take as much time as I needed, but I feel like I’m
taking too much. They’re too understanding. I feel like I’m
taking advantage of the situation, I guess.”
“You could never do that. If they know you, then they
probably know that you would never-”
“That’s the thing.” Quinn finally looked at Dallas. “I
am. I am taking advantage of it. I hate my job. I really do. You
knew that I was always kind of aimless. That I- um- I didn’t
know what I wanted to do. I did. Kind of. I wanted to be a vet
for the longest time, but I was so bad at science and I also
really thought about it and I knew I could never do that. I
could never see animals in pain, or- or have them die on me. I
was only ever really good at English, so that’s what I made my
major. I have a degree, but it’s pretty useless. I wanted to get
into communications, but right now I’m just doing basic work
for this soulless insurance company. It’s not a good place to
work. People don’t care. It’s totally toxic. I want to get out, but
I haven’t found anything else.”
Dallas gaped at Quinn. “You work in insurance?”
“Yeah? Why? Are you going to tell me that I have so
much more untapped potential? Believe me, my parents give
me that speech all the time. In a loving manner, I might add,
but still.”
“I- I work in insurance too.”
“No you don’t!”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Are you for real?”
“I am. But I like my job. The company I work for is
great. It’s not toxic. It’s- it’s good.”
“That’s so weird. Neither of us would have ever have
seen our teenage selves doing that. Please tell me you don’t
have an English degree too. That would be entirely too
creepy.”
“No. I work in human resources. That was my major. I
have a business degree.”
“Crazy,” Quinn muttered. She jumped off the bed like
it had grown a set of feet and booted her. “I wanted to say that
I told Danica and Billy and we- sort of understand. I’ll talk to
my parents. I know that they’ll sort of, or mostly, understand
too. That’s really all I came to say. I should go, though. Get
back to the shitty job that I hate.”
Quinn was leaving. She was the one running now.
Dallas had a flight to catch in a few hours. But she still had
those few hours. Her eyes danced towards the book she hadn’t
read a single word of. She’d so much rather spend the time
with Quinn, even if it was awkward and hard, than spend it
alone.
“No. I- there’s a restaurant at the hotel here. We could
get lunch. Or a coffee or something. Or I could pull you into
some dark alley that smells like old gym shorts and mouldy
socks and we could talk there. Until I have to catch my flight. I
still have time.”
Quinn just stared at Dallas. She looked frozen there,
like a beautiful statue. A statue of a near angel. Dallas’ eyes
got misty just looking at Quinn. Looking at the perfect,
wonderful woman that she’d let go. That she’d missed out on.
Her one time best friend. They’d done everything together.
She’d thought, a very long time ago, that they always would.
She hadn’t seen there being an end. A huge gap in time.
Regrets. Pain. Distance. Emptiness.
Everything in Dallas burned to touch Quinn. She was
so close, and she ached at the reality that she would never be
able to do that again. That all she could do was look and wish
and regret. Still. Her body warmed painfully. She could
imagine herself caressing Quinn’s hand. Touching her arm.
Her shoulder. Her face. Kissing her softly. Hungrily.
Removing her clothing, item by item, savouring every single
brush of their skin. Making the moments that they stole last for
the rest of their lives.
The thought was so vivid that Dallas almost blanked on
the fact that Quinn wasn’t hers. Slowly, reality returned. All
those years they’d lost came tumbling back down on her. No
matter how strong her desire for Quinn was, Dallas
remembered all the reasons why she couldn’t let it go
unchecked.
“I should go,” Quinn whispered.
She walked over to the door with the smallest steps
Dallas had ever seen her take. She got to the door, but then she
turned sharply and Dallas’ heart started up into a full on, wild
thrashing at Quinn’s expression. She wasn’t looking at Dallas
like she wanted to leave. She was looking at Dallas like she
wanted to stay.
It had been a long time, but Dallas remembered what
hunger looked like on Quinn. Desire. Want. Need. She felt the
ache start up in her own breast, spreading violently and rapidly
through her body like someone had injected her with some
colored dye. If they scanned her, she knew that her whole
body would light up with it.
“I probably shouldn’t be here,” Quinn said, but it was
more like a question this time.
Dallas didn’t say anything. She let Quinn make the
decision for herself. She couldn’t believe that Quinn was still
here. That she was here at all. Now she was thinking about
kissing her again. Undressing her slowly. Taking her time.
Savouring.
Quinn’s eyes darkened, the pupils growing larger and
fuller. She studied Dallas. Neither of them were even
breathing. What good was something as trivial as oxygen
when there was something else, something heavier and far
more fundamental in the air between them?
“Um… Maybe- I- I should- I should really probably get
going…”
But Quinn didn’t. Instead, she walked quickly across the
hotel room, clasped Dallas’ face and dragged it down to hers.
When their lips met, it wasn’t just perfection. Quinn kissed her
with the intensity of every single year that they’d missed.
Chapter 11
Quinn
It wasn’t Quinn’s plan to kiss Dallas. When she said she
had to go, she’d really thought about leaving. She knew she
should exit left, or right, or center, or any and all of those
directions, but it didn’t happen. Apparently she was going for
the main act complete with standing ovation instead, because
she was still kissing Dallas, steering her towards the bed.
Backing her up. Further. Faster.
Quinn was shocked that she could kiss like this. Like her
life depended on it. She couldn’t remember ever kissing
anyone but Dallas this way. Quinn’s hands flew over Dallas’
arms. Her skin was warm, and between kissing and touching,
and being touched, Quinn felt like she was going to combust.
They started tugging at clothing. It was too much. That
barrier. It was in the way. Quinn wanted it gone. She needed
Dallas. She needed to remember. She craved it with an
intensity that made her feel like she’d just been plugged into a
socket, an ancient appliance, dusty and forgotten, but even
after all that time, she lit up and worked just fine.
There had been others. In ten years, Quinn had dated other
women, but none of it felt like this.
“Should we stop?” Quinn gasped against Dallas’ warm,
full lips.
“Only if you want to,” Dallas responded. She licked
Quinn’s bottom lip before she thrust her tongue into her
mouth.
Quinn’s head swam. She felt giddy and also horribly
afraid. She knew she was literally on the brink of doing
something that might be very stupid for her to do. She
wouldn’t be able to take it back. She might regret it after.
But then she thought about walking out that door and
never seeing Dallas again. Or maybe just walking out and
seeing Dallas as a friend or a missed chance, never having
done this, and it was too much for her to bear.
“I don’t want to stop.” She swept her hand under Dallas’
shirt and when she felt the hot, silky skin, she let out another
gasp.
Dallas’ body was familiar and different. Not just because it
had been so long, but because they were both older. They’d
changed. Grown up.
“I don’t want to stop you either,” Dallas hissed.
She claimed Quinn’s lips again, thrusting her tongue
into Quinn’s mouth until she felt like she was going to melt all
over the floor before they even made it to the bed. Her legs felt
all wobbly. Her entire body felt wobbly. Unreal. Surreal.
Her heart was beating wildly, knocking against her ribs
so hard it felt like it was ricocheting straight back into her
spine. She breathed in deeply and drew in the scent of
grapefruits.
“What is that?” she asked.
“What’s what?” Dallas kissed Quinn’s chin and moved
to suckle on her neck.
“Uh- um…” Quinn blanked for a minute as the sweet
electrical currents tingled their way through her bloodstream.
“What’s this?” Dallas nuzzled Quinn’s earlobe. She
swirled her tongue over the little bud and Quinn nearly
collapsed.
“What’s…”
“This?” Dallas’ hand swept over Quinn’s breast,
cupping it lightly. She brushed her thumb over the nipple and
Quinn’s back arched while red hot bolts of pleasure throbbed
through her at the touch. Even above clothes, it was glorious.
“The grapefruit,” she panted. “Is it perfume?”
“No.” Dallas swirled her thumb over Quinn’s nipple
again, pinching it lightly. It was so hard that it was probably
going to slice right through her clothing.
“Shampoo?”
“Nope.” She kept plying Quinn’s nipple until Quinn
was actually panting. How could such a small touch feel so
good?
“Conditioner?”
“It’s my deodorant,” Dallas laughed. “Not as romantic
as anything else.”
“It smells really good.”
Dallas leaned in and inhaled Quinn’s throat. “You
smell really good.”
That was all it took. Suddenly hands were roaming and
flying. They were kissing again, and while Quinn’s head swam
and that surreal feeling came swimming back through her,
their clothing disappeared. Somehow that ended up like a
sensual dance, not an ungraceful peeling away of items. No
one tripped or got caught in clothing and fell. Somehow they
managed to hardly break their kiss.
Quinn blinked when Dallas came up for air. She was
standing in her bra and panties, Dallas pressed up against her,
wearing the same. Goosebumps blossomed on her arms when
she stepped back and stared. She had to. Dallas looked
completely different now than she had at eighteen. Her breasts
were fuller, overflowing the lacy white cups of her bra. Her
stomach was flat, but muscled too, like she worked out a few
times a week. Her legs were long and shapely, with smooth
skin, but they were toned as well.
Quinn was most surprised to see a small tattoo with
some writing on Dallas’ right calf.
“You got a tattoo?” Quinn forgot all about being half
naked herself and bent down to inspect it. The writing was
perfect, done in delicate scrolling letters all connected
together.
“Yeah. I did.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Not really. Not like I thought it would. I guess that
spot isn’t really very painful. I got it there because most
people wouldn’t see it, especially at work, since I almost
always wear pants.”
“Hope?” Quinn figured it had to mean something,
considering that Dallas chose it and she didn’t used to do
anything at random. Quinn couldn’t believe that she would get
it impulsively. “Hope,” she said again. She liked the sound of
the word on her tongue. She’d probably said the word
hundreds of times before, but it never felt like this. Even if
other people would think it was cheesy, getting a word
tattooed, Quinn didn’t feel that way.
“Yeah. I was going to get a rose or something, but I
changed my mind.”
“Why did you get one?”
“I- I don’t know. I guess I thought that- I- I don’t
know,” Dallas finished. Quinn stood up and studied Dallas.
She seemed flustered suddenly, a soft blush on her cheeks. “I
guess I’m not being fully honest. I do know why I got it. I was
thinking of you when I had it done.”
“Really?” Quinn set her hand on Dallas’ shoulder. It
felt strange, but wonderfully strange, to be brushing her
fingers against her bare skin.
“Yes. It was years ago. I was nineteen.”
Quinn couldn’t believe it was that old. Or that Dallas
had it done that long ago. Or that she’d been thinking about
her when she did it.
She studied Dallas’ lips, thinking about kissing her
again. God, she loved the sweet, intoxicating taste of Dallas’
mouth. She dropped her gaze lower, to Dallas’ breasts. She
wanted to taste her there too. Kiss her. Take her time with her.
It brought back memories of the first time they’d ever done
this. They were in Quinn’s car. They’d gone for a drive. Dallas
confessed that she was feeling strange. Quinn had said she felt
strange too. That lately she hadn’t been thinking of Dallas like
her best friend anymore.
It was kind of weird, that night, because Quinn had
been out for years before then, but Dallas kept what she felt
do something about what you told me, but I wasn’t sure what
that meant. I’m here, after I basically bribed Jim Johnson into
telling me how to get here, and I still don’t even know why
I’m here.”
Quinn had this habit of smiling when she was nervous.
She’d always done it and she was doing it now. It was an odd
smile, like her lips were pulling up against her will or without
her even knowing it, a knee jerk reaction to her anxiety, but
Dallas thought that Quinn was beautiful. That her smile was
beautiful. She felt a throbbing ache start between her legs,
even though she knew Quinn was off limits. It was against
some law somewhere that they could ever be friends again.
Anything more than that was unthinkable. But Quinn was still
there. And they were still alone in a hotel room. It made Dallas
wish that everything was different.
That she had never left Topeka. That they were on some
secret rendezvous that wasn’t so secret and wasn’t really a
rendezvous, but was just them taking an afternoon for them.
An afternoon off work. Meeting up in a hotel room to spice
things up. Loving each other on both of those beds because
messing up one just wasn’t nearly as fun. Maybe they’d make
use of the shower too. It was nice and glassed in and definitely
large enough.
Dallas snapped out of that in a hurry. Her nipples were
now so hard that they felt like kabob sticks. The kind with the
incredibly pointy ends.
“Quinn, I-”
“Are you leaving right away?” Quinn spoke at the same
time as Dallas did and they both paused. Quinn studied the
suitcase on the bed across from her.
Dallas wished that she could say she wasn’t. “I- yeah.
This afternoon. In a couple of hours.”
“Oh.” Quinn sounded strangely disappointed. She
wouldn’t look at Dallas.
“I- I have work that I have to get back to.”
“Me too. I keep taking days off. I feel bad because they
told me to take as much time as I needed, but I feel like I’m
taking too much. They’re too understanding. I feel like I’m
taking advantage of the situation, I guess.”
“You could never do that. If they know you, then they
probably know that you would never-”
“That’s the thing.” Quinn finally looked at Dallas. “I
am. I am taking advantage of it. I hate my job. I really do. You
knew that I was always kind of aimless. That I- um- I didn’t
know what I wanted to do. I did. Kind of. I wanted to be a vet
for the longest time, but I was so bad at science and I also
really thought about it and I knew I could never do that. I
could never see animals in pain, or- or have them die on me. I
was only ever really good at English, so that’s what I made my
major. I have a degree, but it’s pretty useless. I wanted to get
into communications, but right now I’m just doing basic work
for this soulless insurance company. It’s not a good place to
work. People don’t care. It’s totally toxic. I want to get out, but
I haven’t found anything else.”
Dallas gaped at Quinn. “You work in insurance?”
“Yeah? Why? Are you going to tell me that I have so
much more untapped potential? Believe me, my parents give
me that speech all the time. In a loving manner, I might add,
but still.”
“I- I work in insurance too.”
“No you don’t!”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Are you for real?”
“I am. But I like my job. The company I work for is
great. It’s not toxic. It’s- it’s good.”
“That’s so weird. Neither of us would have ever have
seen our teenage selves doing that. Please tell me you don’t
have an English degree too. That would be entirely too
creepy.”
“No. I work in human resources. That was my major. I
have a business degree.”
“Crazy,” Quinn muttered. She jumped off the bed like
it had grown a set of feet and booted her. “I wanted to say that
I told Danica and Billy and we- sort of understand. I’ll talk to
my parents. I know that they’ll sort of, or mostly, understand
too. That’s really all I came to say. I should go, though. Get
back to the shitty job that I hate.”
Quinn was leaving. She was the one running now.
Dallas had a flight to catch in a few hours. But she still had
those few hours. Her eyes danced towards the book she hadn’t
read a single word of. She’d so much rather spend the time
with Quinn, even if it was awkward and hard, than spend it
alone.
“No. I- there’s a restaurant at the hotel here. We could
get lunch. Or a coffee or something. Or I could pull you into
some dark alley that smells like old gym shorts and mouldy
socks and we could talk there. Until I have to catch my flight. I
still have time.”
Quinn just stared at Dallas. She looked frozen there,
like a beautiful statue. A statue of a near angel. Dallas’ eyes
got misty just looking at Quinn. Looking at the perfect,
wonderful woman that she’d let go. That she’d missed out on.
Her one time best friend. They’d done everything together.
She’d thought, a very long time ago, that they always would.
She hadn’t seen there being an end. A huge gap in time.
Regrets. Pain. Distance. Emptiness.
Everything in Dallas burned to touch Quinn. She was
so close, and she ached at the reality that she would never be
able to do that again. That all she could do was look and wish
and regret. Still. Her body warmed painfully. She could
imagine herself caressing Quinn’s hand. Touching her arm.
Her shoulder. Her face. Kissing her softly. Hungrily.
Removing her clothing, item by item, savouring every single
brush of their skin. Making the moments that they stole last for
the rest of their lives.
The thought was so vivid that Dallas almost blanked on
the fact that Quinn wasn’t hers. Slowly, reality returned. All
those years they’d lost came tumbling back down on her. No
matter how strong her desire for Quinn was, Dallas
remembered all the reasons why she couldn’t let it go
unchecked.
“I should go,” Quinn whispered.
She walked over to the door with the smallest steps
Dallas had ever seen her take. She got to the door, but then she
turned sharply and Dallas’ heart started up into a full on, wild
thrashing at Quinn’s expression. She wasn’t looking at Dallas
like she wanted to leave. She was looking at Dallas like she
wanted to stay.
It had been a long time, but Dallas remembered what
hunger looked like on Quinn. Desire. Want. Need. She felt the
ache start up in her own breast, spreading violently and rapidly
through her body like someone had injected her with some
colored dye. If they scanned her, she knew that her whole
body would light up with it.
“I probably shouldn’t be here,” Quinn said, but it was
more like a question this time.
Dallas didn’t say anything. She let Quinn make the
decision for herself. She couldn’t believe that Quinn was still
here. That she was here at all. Now she was thinking about
kissing her again. Undressing her slowly. Taking her time.
Savouring.
Quinn’s eyes darkened, the pupils growing larger and
fuller. She studied Dallas. Neither of them were even
breathing. What good was something as trivial as oxygen
when there was something else, something heavier and far
more fundamental in the air between them?
“Um… Maybe- I- I should- I should really probably get
going…”
But Quinn didn’t. Instead, she walked quickly across the
hotel room, clasped Dallas’ face and dragged it down to hers.
When their lips met, it wasn’t just perfection. Quinn kissed her
with the intensity of every single year that they’d missed.
Chapter 11
Quinn
It wasn’t Quinn’s plan to kiss Dallas. When she said she
had to go, she’d really thought about leaving. She knew she
should exit left, or right, or center, or any and all of those
directions, but it didn’t happen. Apparently she was going for
the main act complete with standing ovation instead, because
she was still kissing Dallas, steering her towards the bed.
Backing her up. Further. Faster.
Quinn was shocked that she could kiss like this. Like her
life depended on it. She couldn’t remember ever kissing
anyone but Dallas this way. Quinn’s hands flew over Dallas’
arms. Her skin was warm, and between kissing and touching,
and being touched, Quinn felt like she was going to combust.
They started tugging at clothing. It was too much. That
barrier. It was in the way. Quinn wanted it gone. She needed
Dallas. She needed to remember. She craved it with an
intensity that made her feel like she’d just been plugged into a
socket, an ancient appliance, dusty and forgotten, but even
after all that time, she lit up and worked just fine.
There had been others. In ten years, Quinn had dated other
women, but none of it felt like this.
“Should we stop?” Quinn gasped against Dallas’ warm,
full lips.
“Only if you want to,” Dallas responded. She licked
Quinn’s bottom lip before she thrust her tongue into her
mouth.
Quinn’s head swam. She felt giddy and also horribly
afraid. She knew she was literally on the brink of doing
something that might be very stupid for her to do. She
wouldn’t be able to take it back. She might regret it after.
But then she thought about walking out that door and
never seeing Dallas again. Or maybe just walking out and
seeing Dallas as a friend or a missed chance, never having
done this, and it was too much for her to bear.
“I don’t want to stop.” She swept her hand under Dallas’
shirt and when she felt the hot, silky skin, she let out another
gasp.
Dallas’ body was familiar and different. Not just because it
had been so long, but because they were both older. They’d
changed. Grown up.
“I don’t want to stop you either,” Dallas hissed.
She claimed Quinn’s lips again, thrusting her tongue
into Quinn’s mouth until she felt like she was going to melt all
over the floor before they even made it to the bed. Her legs felt
all wobbly. Her entire body felt wobbly. Unreal. Surreal.
Her heart was beating wildly, knocking against her ribs
so hard it felt like it was ricocheting straight back into her
spine. She breathed in deeply and drew in the scent of
grapefruits.
“What is that?” she asked.
“What’s what?” Dallas kissed Quinn’s chin and moved
to suckle on her neck.
“Uh- um…” Quinn blanked for a minute as the sweet
electrical currents tingled their way through her bloodstream.
“What’s this?” Dallas nuzzled Quinn’s earlobe. She
swirled her tongue over the little bud and Quinn nearly
collapsed.
“What’s…”
“This?” Dallas’ hand swept over Quinn’s breast,
cupping it lightly. She brushed her thumb over the nipple and
Quinn’s back arched while red hot bolts of pleasure throbbed
through her at the touch. Even above clothes, it was glorious.
“The grapefruit,” she panted. “Is it perfume?”
“No.” Dallas swirled her thumb over Quinn’s nipple
again, pinching it lightly. It was so hard that it was probably
going to slice right through her clothing.
“Shampoo?”
“Nope.” She kept plying Quinn’s nipple until Quinn
was actually panting. How could such a small touch feel so
good?
“Conditioner?”
“It’s my deodorant,” Dallas laughed. “Not as romantic
as anything else.”
“It smells really good.”
Dallas leaned in and inhaled Quinn’s throat. “You
smell really good.”
That was all it took. Suddenly hands were roaming and
flying. They were kissing again, and while Quinn’s head swam
and that surreal feeling came swimming back through her,
their clothing disappeared. Somehow that ended up like a
sensual dance, not an ungraceful peeling away of items. No
one tripped or got caught in clothing and fell. Somehow they
managed to hardly break their kiss.
Quinn blinked when Dallas came up for air. She was
standing in her bra and panties, Dallas pressed up against her,
wearing the same. Goosebumps blossomed on her arms when
she stepped back and stared. She had to. Dallas looked
completely different now than she had at eighteen. Her breasts
were fuller, overflowing the lacy white cups of her bra. Her
stomach was flat, but muscled too, like she worked out a few
times a week. Her legs were long and shapely, with smooth
skin, but they were toned as well.
Quinn was most surprised to see a small tattoo with
some writing on Dallas’ right calf.
“You got a tattoo?” Quinn forgot all about being half
naked herself and bent down to inspect it. The writing was
perfect, done in delicate scrolling letters all connected
together.
“Yeah. I did.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Not really. Not like I thought it would. I guess that
spot isn’t really very painful. I got it there because most
people wouldn’t see it, especially at work, since I almost
always wear pants.”
“Hope?” Quinn figured it had to mean something,
considering that Dallas chose it and she didn’t used to do
anything at random. Quinn couldn’t believe that she would get
it impulsively. “Hope,” she said again. She liked the sound of
the word on her tongue. She’d probably said the word
hundreds of times before, but it never felt like this. Even if
other people would think it was cheesy, getting a word
tattooed, Quinn didn’t feel that way.
“Yeah. I was going to get a rose or something, but I
changed my mind.”
“Why did you get one?”
“I- I don’t know. I guess I thought that- I- I don’t
know,” Dallas finished. Quinn stood up and studied Dallas.
She seemed flustered suddenly, a soft blush on her cheeks. “I
guess I’m not being fully honest. I do know why I got it. I was
thinking of you when I had it done.”
“Really?” Quinn set her hand on Dallas’ shoulder. It
felt strange, but wonderfully strange, to be brushing her
fingers against her bare skin.
“Yes. It was years ago. I was nineteen.”
Quinn couldn’t believe it was that old. Or that Dallas
had it done that long ago. Or that she’d been thinking about
her when she did it.
She studied Dallas’ lips, thinking about kissing her
again. God, she loved the sweet, intoxicating taste of Dallas’
mouth. She dropped her gaze lower, to Dallas’ breasts. She
wanted to taste her there too. Kiss her. Take her time with her.
It brought back memories of the first time they’d ever done
this. They were in Quinn’s car. They’d gone for a drive. Dallas
confessed that she was feeling strange. Quinn had said she felt
strange too. That lately she hadn’t been thinking of Dallas like
her best friend anymore.
It was kind of weird, that night, because Quinn had
been out for years before then, but Dallas kept what she felt
