But here I was again.

"Let's go to bed." I didn’t want to see myself doing this, even just in reflection.

"Mmmm…not yet…" She grabbed my hips, swinging me around and pressing me against the door wall. I gasped as the cold glass met my back, but the heat of her breath warmed me when she sank to her knees, pulling my panties aside to probe my slit with her tongue.

"Cat…" I moaned in spite of myself when she sucked at my clit. "Come on. Not here."

"Right here," she insisted, pulling my panties down to my knees, her eyes meeting mine. "Right now."

I was buzzed, but I wasn't drunk. I definitely wasn't too drunk to care that we were standing in front of a window, that anyone might see us. But the more her tongue

and fingers delved, the more exciting the thought became. What if someone was watching us? What if some voyeuristic guy across the way had a pair of binoculars and was standing there, cock in hand, watching Catherine lick my cunt?

"I wanted to do this to you right there in the bathroom." Her voice was husky, her fingers sliding in deep. Oh god, what if she had? The thought made me burn. "Right there on the dance floor."

Jesus. While the entire club watched?

"Oh god." I stroked the thick mass of her hair as she tongued my clit. "That's so good. I don't think… oh! I don't think I can stand up much longer…"

It was true-my knees were actually weak.

"Come here." She directed me, sitting me on the edge of the coffee table and spreading my thighs. "Don't move."

I watched as she stood, slipping out of her dress, too, and then kneeling in front of me, both of us now in panties and heels, black and white. She slipped her heels off, but mine were the strappy kind and I didn't want to take the time to struggle with the straps.

"I'm going to lick you until you come all over my face." She parted labia with her fingers, admiring my cunt. "Then I'm going to take you to my room and fuck you with a strap-on until you can't breathe or think or do anything but come and come and come for me…"