The two handmaidens stood, and the whole swing rocked. Cherry winked at Kirsten and gave her husband another squeeze. As they stepped off, Cherry took Kirsten’s hand and called over her shoulder, “No dippin’ your wick, Prior Lawrence. Lea there belongs to Sean and Andy. And you belong to me.” She squeezed Kirsten’s hand. “And to Miss Kirsten here.”
Holy f**k. Kirsten couldn’t help but laugh like the oversexed maniac she was.
“Yes, dear,” Prior called back, and Cherry’s laugh joined in.
Kirsten peered at her new… friend. Lover-to-be. Lady. Cherry’s dark skin glowed in the moonlight, and a wide n****e had peeked completely over the top of her dress. Kirsten reached over and gave it a gentle squeeze. “So what you think of your first taste of—?”
Cherry’s mouth closed on Kirsten’s and her f
