Free Uncommon Romance by Jove Belle Page B

Kat. Any worry she had about things being awkward changed to much simpler thoughts about how quickly she could get them both into the house and out of their clothes.
    She decided to follow Ash’s lead of “do it instead of talk about it.” She slipped around Ash and through the door, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. When she undid the last button, she slipped the shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She didn’t pause, didn’t look back to see if they were watching, but when she popped the clasp on her bra, she heard Kat gasp and Ash say, “God, June.”
    She dropped the bra in the dining room and stepped out of her shoes as she rounded the corner into the living room. She heard the side door close and hurried footsteps catching up to her. Ash giggled right before she grabbed June’s shoulder and spun her around to face them.
    “In a hurry?” Ash laughed and kissed her, pulling Kat into their embrace.
    “Yes.” June did her best to keep her voice even, but the need still worked its way into the tone. She didn’t elaborate to explain that while Ash and Kat had both gotten off earlier, she hadn’t and was about to pop the seams on her stockings if something didn’t happen soon. Instead, she stared at Ash levelly, daring her to delay her longer.
    “Really?” Ash’s eyes darkened as she looked at June. She maneuvered them until June’s back was pressed to the wall with Ash in front of her. “Maybe you should let us help you with that.”
    She gulped and nodded. Ash could do anything she wanted to her because it always ended with happy orgasms. By extension, she’d let Kat have her way as long as Ash was there to guide the encounter.
    Ash stared into her eyes, then stepped to the side and tugged Kat into position until she was standing in front of Ash. June held Ash’s gaze. She wouldn’t look at Kat, or anywhere else, until Ash allowed her to.
    “Her zipper’s on the right side of this skirt.” Ash spoke to Kat but continued to stare at June, her eyes focused and intense.
    June felt Kat’s hands on her waist, her response immediate once permission was granted to touch. Then one hand lowered the zipper until the only thing keeping her skirt up was the pressure of her body against the wall. Kat tugged on her hips, pulling her forward. The skirt fell to the floor and pooled around her feet.
    Kat gasped and Ash smiled at her. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
    Kat traced the lace edge of her panties from her thigh to the juncture of her legs, but she stopped short of pressing her fingers against June’s cunt completely. Next she played with the top edge of her stocking, following the line up to the garter. “Do you always wear this to work?”
    Ash’s hand curled around her body to cup her ass. She rubbed the bare skin, playing with the thin line of the thong as it dipped in between her cheeks, then tracing it up to the top. Her touch excited June, sending a surge of excitement to her already over-stimulated cunt. Ash squeezed lightly and said, “Not always, but often enough.”
    In reality, June typically chose function over form. Underwear served a vital function. It kept her business hers. She preferred as much protection from exposure as possible, but when Ash had insisted on dressing her that morning, on the lacey thong to match her bra, and even lacier garters to hold up her stockings, she’d been easy to convince. She liked to think she’d have defended her position better if Ash hadn’t been stroking her clit and whispering naughty words in her ear at the time.
    June looked at Kat through her lashes. “Do you like it?” Demure wasn’t something she could normally pull off with any real success, but based on Ash’s soft growl and the way Kat’s gaze burned on her skin and her fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh, she thought it’d worked okay in that instance.
    “Very much.” Kat adjusted her hold, one hand on June’s waist and the other cupped around the side of her neck,