Shane leaned back and unbuttoned the jean shorts that had taunted her earlier. She pulled them off and looked down at Carmen.

Carmen opened her eyes. “Shane, what are you doing? Don’t stop.”

Shane looked Carmen up and down and then removed the last piece of clothing on the curvy girl—the lacy, pink, see-through thong.

Carmen felt exposed as she lay on the bed with Shane looking at her. She tried to cover her chest with her arms but Shane grabbed them and pinned them on either side of her. Shane then placed her leg in between Carmen’s and hovered over her, looking straight into her lover’s eyes as she panted and twitched beneath her. Shane went in for the kill—she pressed herself against Carmen and rubbed her leg over the place where Carmen needed her most. She switched back and forth between gently sucking and kissing behind Carmen’s ear and studying her face, trying to figure out the mystery behind the woman she had been with for so long.

Carmen wanted it so bad. She could feel Shane’s pants rubbing against her clit—the friction felt so good. She panted and moaned as her lover quickened her pace. She felt Shane’s eyes on her—just like always.

“Shane, please.”

Shane felt Carmen’s body go rigged underneath her as she continued her assault. When Carmen softly yelled her name in the height of her pleasure, Shane felt her own body go rigged and she began to come as well.

Shane collapsed on top of her lover and both women tried to catch their breath. Eventually Shane rolled off of her and stared at the ceiling.

Carmen smiled and looked over at her. “You’re going to have to wash those pants, you know.”

Shane looked down at the wet spot on her thigh and then glared back at Carmen.

The Latina shrugged, “Not my fault you didn’t take them off.”

They laid there in silence for a minute until Carmen got up to get dressed for work.

“Wait a minute.”

“What?”

“I was wondering—how did you know to take the door off the hinges?”

Carmen rolled her eyes, “Everyone knows the hinges are on the inside of the door, Shane. I was just bluffing—I don’t even know how to use a screwdriver.”

Shane laughed. “Yeah I’m aware.”

Carmen gave her a playful pinch and went over to the closet to get some clothes. “So—you think that will last you until we get the whole Shay thing sorted out?”

“Not a chance.”

Carmen smiled back at her lover as she pulled a pair of tight jeans on and gave her a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.

Shane fell back in bed and contemplated how long it would take a therapist to get Shay to sleep in his own bed.