Book Two of the Share Series
The sequel to Share. Marissa enjoys her friends with benefits arrangement with roommate Nell, but lately the twinge of jealousy makes it difficult to have fun. Between a professor persistent on employing her for dubious acts and her jealousy toward the latest object of Nell’s affection, Marissa wonders how much longer she can share herself. Will she stop, or risk it all to share her love with Nell?
Warning: this story features graphic woman on woman sex, voyeurism, and a happy ending.
After completing some required reading for classes, then an hour break to watch a favorite show, Marissa and Nell prepared for bed and settled—nude and ready—under Nell’s sheets. Since their first coupling nearly six months ago, when Nell discovered her roommate pleasuring herself with a vibrator, the two had quickly taken their relationship to the friends with benefits stage. While Nell identified herself as bisexual, however, Marissa preferred not to take on any labels. Both women remained attracted to men—with Nell enjoying their company often—but Marissa limited her Sapphic activities to nights like these with her closest friend.
She loved the freedom they accommodated each other, and felt no jealousy toward Nell’s male lovers. If her friend dabbled with other women, she didn’t want to know about it, and hoped it wasn’t the case anyway.
If ever asked, Marissa couldn’t explain her feelings in that respect. She loved Nell, yes, but did this mean she was also in love with her?
Marissa pondered this internally as she lay twined in Nell’s arms, kissing her partner deeply and stroking Nell’s bare hip. With Nell’s thigh wedged between her legs, Marissa ground slowly against her, swiveling to allow her clit the friction it needed to guide her to orgasm. Their mouths parted and tongues mating in sensual play, she savored the taste of chocolate mint on her lover—remnants of the candy they’d shared after dinner.
Nell broke free of their kiss to nibble a trail down Marissa’s jaw. She eased closer and her ample breasts brushed against Marissa’s tightened nipples. “Mmm,” she purred, deep in her throat. “Isn’t this better than watching?”
“Survey says.” Marissa pulled back and cupped one of Nell’s tits, then raised it to her mouth for a long, slow lick. She traced the areola before pursing her lips around the thick bud. She couldn’t get enough of Nell’s body—soft and sleek, curved in all the right places and warm against her own skin. For a second she felt tempted to take back her earlier assessment. She could watch Nell all day long.
Right now, however…