“You guys split up?” asked Shane, feeling like she was butting in, but she couldn’t help herself.

            “In a way, she passed away.  Why didn’t you just give me my phone earlier?  At your shop?” asked Sam.  Watching as Shane began to relax, no longer staring around the large house.

            “I didn’t have it on me, and I wanted an excuse…”

            “To come here?  Or to see me?” asked Sam seductively.  Shane put the soda down, licking her full lips and nodding.  Sam smiled, motioning for her to come closer.  Shane moved to the other couch, biting her lower lip as Sam leaned closer.  “I’m not your type.”

            “How do you know?” asked Shane, her lips grazing Sam’s cheek.  Shane’s mind reeling, needing to get back to normal, to build up those walls again, to stop the flood of emotions that now seemed to ram against her. 

            “Because…,” moaned Sam as Shane’s tongue teased the lobe of her ear. 

            “Why don’t you shut up, Sam…,” offered Shane.  Pulling back and staring into Sam’s eyes, seeing a playfulness there. 

            “So, I can’t use my mouth at all?” asked Sam slyly.

            “Only after I use my mouth, on you,” said Shane, pushing Sam roughly onto the couch, hovering over her.  Sam’s quick hands tugging at Shane’s jeans, rubbing Shane’s stomach with the back of her hand.

            Sam pulled up her legs, her feet pushing down Shane’s pants as her hands found Shane’s breast.  Their mouth’s mashing together in a heated kiss.  A smile appeared on Shane’s lips, panting as Sam played with her already erect nipples.  “What about…”

            “Jesse?  Headphones and he’s already sleeping to Mozart as we speak… ok, as we don’t speak…,” assured Sam.  Yanking Shane’s shirt off and Shane arched up, tugging off Sam’s cargo pants.  Tossing them over her head, laughing as she descended onto Sam, thinking she’d finally gotten back to where she was before having met Carmen, Shane the player was back.

TBC?