Free Blind Date by Veronica Tower Page A

how to answer. Even after all their years of friendship, she didn’t really understand what motivated Liv. They were very much opposites in far more than the color of their skin.
     “Hi, Liv, it’s been too long!”
     “Don’t ignore me!” Liv nearly spit the words. Her vehement tone began to attract the attention of other members of the party.
    Merci wondered how much any of them actually knew about the real cause of the dispute.
    “I’m not ignoring you, Liv. What do you want me to say? I like Chris! I’m glad you suggested our blind date.”
    Liv’s hands shook with fury. “It wasn’t supposed to be a real date!”
    Merci wondered how this must look to the people around them and couldn’t help but smile. “Careful, honey,” Merci gestured toward their fellow partiers. “These people will think you want Chris.”
    Merci’s suggestion so surprised Liv that she burst out laughing. The anger wasn’t gone, but it was momentarily overwhelmed by the absurdity of the idea. The fit passed quickly, but Liv’s carefully honed instincts for social preservation kicked into gear. It simply wouldn’t do to tell Merci what she really thought of her with all of these witnesses around to learn what Merci had failed to do.
    “Oh, darling,” she threw her arms around Merci. “It’s not that I’m so angry at you, I just hate to see you waste yourself on this guy. You are so much better than him.”
    Merci hugged Liv back. She knew her old friend well enough to understand what she was doing and it was all right with her. Liv and Merci didn’t need to hang out their dirty laundry in a room full of people. Besides, it might just be the case that there would be an opening here which Merci could use to set things right with Liv again. Yes, Chris had hurt her, but it was also obvious he truly hadn’t intended to.
    Liv ended her embrace and retreated a step. “What are you drinking?”
    “Red wine.”
    They walked together toward the bar. “Did Chris come with you?”
    Merci nodded. “He had to go to the bathroom. He must have run into someone on the way back. Look, there he is now.”
    Liv’s sour expression summed up her feelings on the subject.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Twenty Three
    Merci
     
    Merci lay back on her pillow and tried to decide if she had the energy to wipe Chris’ cum off her flesh. It seemed to be everywhere: slipping in slimy gobbets into the crevice between her breasts, pooling on her stomach, and leaking out of her pussy to stain the sheets.
    While she was still considering the problem, her lover rolled over, pressed his cheek against her shoulder and slid his arm across her waist. “Wow,” he mumbled, “Merci, how do you keep doing this to me? Two orgasms back to back—again—it shouldn’t be possible.”
    Somehow Merci found the strength to roll over on her side toward Chris. His cheek slipped off her shoulder and onto the pillow, while the slimy goo pooled in her navel leaked out and dribbled down her stomach. “Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath,” she said, “and we can try for number three.”
    Chris groaned.
    “Oh who are you kidding?” Merci asked. “There’s nothing you like better than sticking your cock in my pussy.”
    “That’s not true,” Chris protested. “I like sticking it in your mouth and between your breasts as well.”
    Merci arched her eyebrow at him. “Oh, really? Better than my pussy?”
    Chris backed down. “Well maybe not better, but you ought to know that you’re getting damned good with that mouth of yours.”
    Merci knew that was an exaggeration. Chris loved getting head but he was so damn big that she had trouble satisfying him orally. By the time she wedged most of that viper’s head between her lips there just wasn’t a lot of space left in her mouth for artistry with her tongue and she certainly couldn’t bob up and down on him.
    A sly grin turned the corners of Chris’ mouth. “Of