OvercomingtheNeed by Zenobia Renquist Page B

little,
probably trying to remember.
    Fred asked, “Cakes? Arisa put icing on that delicious body
of yours and I wasn’t asked to partake? What the hell, cookie?”
    Arisa started to say something but Naomie patted Fred’s hand
in a soothing manner and said, “Easy, Fred. That was before you joined the
fun.”
    “Still.” Fred sniffed and gave an offhand shrug. “I would
have liked some cake.”
    “You don’t like sweets, remember?”
    “I don’t go out of my way to eat them but I don’t turn them
down either.” Fred drew Naomie against her chest, pressing their breasts
against each other, and said close to Naomie’s lips, “Especially when that cake
is you.”
    Naomie leaned close to start the kiss she knew was coming.
Fred didn’t disappoint. She swept her tongue over Naomie’s several times and
nibbled at Naomie’s bottom lip while kneading Naomie’s ass. Fred’s motions took
her hands beneath the seam of Naomie’s swimsuit, where she parted Naomie’s ass
cheeks as she walked her fingers between them.
    Fred broke from the kiss and sucked her teeth. “Damn it.”
She nudged Naomie’s anal plug with an expression of disgust. “Always in the
way.”
    Arisa said with pity, “I don’t know why you keep getting
your hopes up.”
    “Truly.” Naomie wiggled in Fred’s hands. “You know Dane
isn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He especially won’t when he knows
we’re attending a party where you’ll be.”
    “Asshole.”
    “Exactly. He knows you want it, which is why he was sure to
plug it.” Naomie leaned in close and said in a husky whisper, “After he
thoroughly enjoyed it and had me screaming for more.”
    Fred jerked back, releasing her hold on Naomie. “Such a
fucking tease.”
    “You know you love it.” Naomie couldn’t help taunting Fred
with something she couldn’t have. It was the imp in Naomie. It loved mischief.
    Fred was as much of an ass lover as Dane. Only once in their
long friendship had Fred gained access to Naomie’s. Naomie had sworn never
again, not because Dane had been pissed when he’d found out after—because that
was great motivation in and of itself—but because Naomie’s ass was her weak
spot. She lost control and all higher brain function when her asshole was
included in sex play.
    She didn’t like to show that side of herself to anyone but
her husband. He wouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability…too much. Naomie
couldn’t say the same about Fred. That one incident had been overwhelming, aided
in part by exhaustion from lack of sleep. It had taught Naomie not to leave her
asshole unplugged when playing with Fred and Arisa. The women were relentless
when working together.
    It made Naomie wonder how Fred and Arisa were with each
other. She hadn’t seen it and couldn’t imagine. Happily married as
wife-and-wife, Fred and Arisa were an unmatched set. Arisa was petite and
adorable in her one-piece floral-print swimsuit, with her black hair flowing
bone straight to her shoulders. Her Asian features gave her a doll-like quality
that made people think she might break if they hugged her too tight.
    Fred was thick—not fat, just padded and not trying to lose
it—and stood eye to eye with Naomie at five-eight, which put them six inches
over Arisa. Her kinky red hair was pulled back into a puffy ponytail with
errant strands curling free. The cut of Fred’s tank top showed off the
full-sleeve dragon tattoo on her right arm and the full-sleeve tiger tattoo on
her left but still covered the giant yin-yang surrounded by Chinese knots
gracing the space between her shoulders. The loose slacks Fred had paired with
the tank top proclaimed she wasn’t the swimsuit type.
    Arisa’s appearance said classical music while Fred’s
screamed hard rock. It had to make the bedroom interesting and yet both women
focused on Naomie when she was around them, so she didn’t know for sure. Not
that Naomie blamed them. She and Dane were the same way. When other