After that stormy night on the couch, something inside both of them broke open. The hunger became constant. Abigail and Suzy couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Every look, every accidental brush turned into something more. They started sneaking around the big empty house like addicts chasing their next fix.
In the laundry room one morning, Suzy pushed Abigail against the vibrating washing machine, yanked her shorts down, and fingered her hard and fast until Abigail came biting Suzy’s shoulder to stay quiet. That same evening, they slipped out to the backyard after dark. Hidden behind the tall bushes, Suzy dropped to her knees on the grass and licked Abigail until her legs gave out.
Even the simple trip to the grocery store turned filthy. Parked in the far corner of the lot, Abigai
