"You girls will respect my wishes too, right?" you ask, looking at Terry's smiling face.
"Of course. I didn't expect you to become our slave or anything." She has an amused look on her face, as she leans forward towards you, her voice dropping to a conspiritorial whisper. "Unless you want to of course."
You laugh out loud, and Terry joins in with your raucous utterance. Her hand reaches out to stroke along your shoulder. The touch is pleasant, and a welcome change from her earlier frosty demeanor.
"I uhm," Terry starts, before breaking off. She scans your face, while she recovers from the effect of the laughter. "I wanted to ask you...."
"What?" You ask, taking her hand in yours. You can feel the strength in her hand, but for some reason she is slightly trembling.
"...if you would please make love to me." she finishes, sqeezing your hand tightly. She has moved closer to you now, and you are very aware of the effect that her body is having upon your raging erection.
"Isn't that a little sudden?" you blurt out, a little shocked by her request.
"Yes. It is." she replies. Her free hand reaches out to grasp your shoulder again, and she sqeezes softly. "But I just had a talk with Gwen and Kim."
"And?" you are a bit confused...
"Do I really have to go in to it?" she says, sliding her legs out from under her to lie next to you. Her face comes close to yours, and you can feel her warm breath against your cheek.
"Not if you don't want to." You reply. Her face is mere centimeters from yours at this time. Her tounge runs across her lips, and her eyes stare directly into yours. You free your hand from hers, and run your fingers through her short dark hair.
"Do you want me?" Terry asks softly, her voice low and sexual. You are amazed that anyone could ever have thought this woman a pure lesbian, so intense is the passion in her voice.
"Yes, I do, Ter..." Your comment is broken off by her lips pressing against yours. They are soft, and warm, and she moves them softly, massaging your lips gently. You return the kiss, and entwine your fingers in her hair, cradling the back of her head as you embrace.
Her hands stroke along your arms, your chest. The touch is light, but firm, and massively arousing. You feel your body responding to her, and you slip your tounge into her mouth. She meets your tounge with her own, and presses it against the roof of her mouth, sucking gently upon it.
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