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Chapter 2 The barbecue seemed a lifetime ago, not just a handful of hours. Sarah plastered a smile on her face as they approached, the remnants of laughter and chatter greeting them like a faded memory. Dan’s hand brushed hers, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through her. “I should go,” he mumbled, already edging towards the crowd. “Yeah, probably.” She watched him melt back into the party, a knot forming in her stomach. Guilt warred with the lingering pleasure of his touch, the memory of his body pressed against hers. Emily materialized beside her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to rejoin the party.” “Shut up, Emily.” Sarah’s cheeks burned. “It’s not what you think.” Emily raised an eyebrow, her gaze drifting towards the woods. “Oh really? Because it looked an awful lot like you two were about to repopulate the forest.” Sarah groaned. “You saw us?” “Honey, I had binoculars. And let me tell you, the show was… captivating.” Emily’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Though, I must say, your technique could use some work.” Sarah’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” “Dead serious.” Emily leaned in close, her voice a low purr. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some pointers. In private.” Before Sarah could react, Emily grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the back of the house. “Come on,” she urged. “Let’s find somewhere a little less… public.” They slipped through the back door, into the cool darkness of the garage. The scent of motor oil and dust hung in the air. Emily turned to face her, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. “So,” she said, her voice husky. “Where were we?” Sarah swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “Emily, I don’t…” Emily cut her off with a kiss, her lips hot and demanding. Sarah gasped, her body responding despite her reservations. Emily’s tongue slid into her mouth, exploring with a practiced ease. She moaned, her hands finding their way to Emily’s hair, tangling in the soft strands. Emily pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. “You taste like him,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “But I’m going to make you taste like me.” She pushed Sarah against the wall, her hands roaming over her body, caressing her breasts, her waist, her hips. Sarah’s breath hitched in her throat. Emily unbuttoned her shirt, her fingers trembling slightly. Her breasts spilled out, full and heavy. She cupped them in her hands, her thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened. “God, you’re beautiful,” she breathed, her voice rough with lust. She pushed Sarah’s jeans down, her body bare beneath the garage light. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, teasing it with a gentle pressure. Sarah moaned, her body arching against the wall. The sensations were overwhelming, a dizzying mix of pleasure and guilt. She wrapped her legs around Emily’s waist, pulling her closer. “Please,” she begged. “I can’t wait any longer.” Emily didn’t need to be told twice. She slid two fingers inside her, her movements slow and deliberate at first, then faster and more frantic. Sarah moaned, her body convulsing around her fingers. The world narrowed, focusing on the feel of her fingers inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping together, the taste of her sweat on her lips. She came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Emily continued to stroke her, her fingers relentless. Finally, she stopped, pulling her fingers out of her. She looked at Sarah, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice low. Sarah nodded, her body still trembling. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It was.” They stood there for a long time, tangled together in the garage, their bodies slick with sweat. The only sound was the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Finally, Emily stirred, pulling away from her. She looked at Sarah, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and desire. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she said, her voice low. Sarah smiled, reaching out to touch her face. “Yes, we should have,” she said. “It was exactly what I needed.”