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    Picking up the Pieces Ch. 7

                    Jenny stood in the living room as she heard the door unlock. She placed her hand on her hip and watched the door open. Monica came into the house and closed the door.

     

    “Hey,” Monica smiled.

     

    “Hi,” Jenny flung her hair back. “Monica, there’s some things that you need to know.”

     

    “Okay,” Monica stood against the door.

    “Don’t open your fuckin’ mouth about what goes on behind bedroom doors. It’s nobody’s fuckin’ business about what we do in our beds. Do you understand?”

     

    “Did Laney say something to you?”

     

    Jenny shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, I just don’t want our business out in the open. Can you do that for me?”

     

    Monica walked towards Jenny. “I’m so sorry Jen, I’ll never say another word about our business.”

     

    “Never say never,” Jenny walked away from Monica.

     

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                    Shane walked back into her house with a worn-out Shay in her arms.

     

    “Shane, I’m sleepy.”

     

    “I know buddy, I’m putting you to bed.” Shay yawned and closed his eyes. Shane walked into his bedroom and slowly laid him on the bed. She took off his shoes and put them on the floor. She caressed his hair and leaned forward. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his back.

     

    “Good night Shay.” She let him sleep and walked out of his bedroom. She walked towards her window that looked out at the beach and sighed heavily. She shoved her hands in her pockets and watched the waves crushed to shore. She felt her pair of hands touch her stomach and looked down.

     

    “Where’s Shay?”

     

    Shane smiled. “Sleeping,” she turned around and looked at Cherie. “How did you get in?”

     

    “I found your spare key around the rock outside.”

     

    Shane shook her head. “You’re something else.” She pulled her hands out of her pockets and cupped Cherie’s face. She kissed her passionately, and Cherie wrapped her arms around Shane. Shane grabbed a hold of Cherie and pulled her close to her. Cherie moaned against Shane’s lips and ran her fingers through her hair. Shane walked towards the bedroom and walked into the room. She closed the door with her foot and pulled away from Cherie. Cherie took off her shirt and threw it across the room. She grabbed Shane by her jeans and pulled her to her. She kissed her and unbuttoned her jeans. Shane took off her shirt and grabbed Cherie. She kissed her once more, and they fell onto the bed. Shane sucked on Cherie’s neck and unbuttoned her jeans. Cherie ran her hands across Shane’s back and moaned loudly. Shane pulled away, and Cherie slid down her jeans. She kicked them off to the floor and looked up at Shane. She caressed Shane’s cheek and smiled. She grabbed Shane’s necklace and pulled her down. She kissed her rough, but passionate. Shane ran her hand between Cherie’s thighs and stroked her through her panties. Cherie bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes.

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    Comments

    1. Dude, this is kool!! I’ve been readin’ I just ain’t really had the time to update . . . this is kool, though!!! Um, Shane needs to get ha’ ass off ha’ shoulda’s and leave dis bitch, Cherie alone . . . idk I just don’t like date chick . . . . I kinda’ want my girls Shane and Carmen to get back togetha, but with some time and a whole lot of drama along the way ~wink/smirk~ . . . So, yeah . . . Like always from me, Baby-girl, LYLAS ;-p . . . . HoLlA aT mE!!!! Stank . . . Da’ one and only, chicka =D

    2. Now this is my kind of story. Sex all around. LOL. Very well written and just because of the amount of bodily fluids being swapped, I won’t jump on you for the cliff. *weg* More like this, please. I’m also anticipating the next move for everyone.

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