Sheila broke off the kiss long enough to gasp. "Would you like to see my bedroom?"

"Yes, yes please," the words came out fast and soft, but freighted with want and meaning.

Sheila led her down the hallway, her hand under Carrie's elbow in an old-fashioned gesture that threatened to make Carrie melt even further.

She was melting. Her panties were sticky and wet, covered in fluids from her damp core and slippery labia. Her whole body was too hot, so hot she needed desperately to fling off her ...