“Don’t do this.  I don’t want to hurt, Tina, Candace.  Please understand.”

“You need this, Bette.  It isn’t about Tina.  She doesn’t have to know.  I’m not asking for anything except you against this wall, right now.”  Candace moved in, pushing forward, her ***** pressing against Bette’s silk blouse. 

“It’s too tempting.  I can’t keep saying no, I just can’t.”

“Don’t say no.  Don’t say anything.  Just go where you want to go, Bette.”

Bette bit her bottom lip and stared out into the room while Candace moved closer still.  The carpenter’s warm mouth latched onto Bette’s neck and she slowly tongued the flesh and smiled when gooseflesh rose over Bette’s skin.  When Bette moaned, so did she.  Bette’s hand reached up, maneuvered between the strap of the overalls and the tank top to knead Candace’s breast.  “We’ve got to stop this,” Bette said weakly in response to the weight of Candace breast in her hand and the strain on her resolve.

“Don’t stop, yet.”  Candace pulled Bette’s face down to meet hers.  She pressed her lips against Bette’s trembling ones, then gently pried them open and slipped her tongue inside. 

“Oh.”

Candace’s hand moved down to the waistband of Bette’s Armani slacks and popped the button through its hole and unzipped them halfway.  That was all the space she needed for her hand.  Pushing in and moving down, Candace’s eyes closed at the heat she found there.  “Oh, you don’t want me to stop.  Not when you’re in this condition.”  Candace knew how to make Bette squirm.  Bette lifted a leg and placed her foot on the arm of her chair, giving Candace greater access to the warmth between her legs. Candace slipped two fingers easily into Bette and began pumping inside her.

“***** me.  ***** me,” Bette whispered as Candace’s rhythm both demanded and seduced her.  “***** me,” she screamed and awoke.

Bette was on the floor, the throw covering only her leg.  She was perspiring and pale and her breathing was erratic. She felt sick.  As she crawled onto her hands and knees, a sharp jabbing pain seared in her abdomen and she screamed out in agony.  Next came the dry heaves.  She was too weak to get to the bathroom, not that it mattered.  All she was doing was making disgusting vomiting sounds, but nothing was coming out.  She had tossed every ounce of sustenance that had been in her stomach.  She coughed and gulped, smacked her lips and panted, then coughed some more as she heaved nothing but air into her living room.