7 — Convergence“Did I say something?” asked Brigid, as Jack withdrew his mouth and hand from Jen’s cunt and dove off of the bed — spell-blinded as she was, Jen had to assume that he was diving toward the pile of clothing that they’d left in the corner.
“Brigid!” was all that Jen could think to say; she was deeply embarrassed, but also coming down off of an orgasm that had left her feeling as if half of her bones might have been vanished. Some part of her body clearly opted for modesty and tried to cover her nakedness, but of course her hands were bound to the headboard and so she lay there, splayed open like shucked oyster.
“Yes, you said my name quite loudly before, too,” said Brigid, very quietly. Jen could feel her friend sit on the end of the bed; she tried to pull her knees up to co
