Chapter 1: The BBQ Trap
Megan adjusted the straps of her sundress, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over her new garden. She’d barely settled into her semi-detached house when the past came knocking—quite literally—in the form of Amy, her openly lesbian neighbor from school days. A brief, awkward hello had been their only exchange until today, when Amy’s voice floated over the fence with a casual, “Hey, I might have a BBQ later, Megan. BBQ for one is just sad, don’t you think? Join me if you fancy.”
Megan’s heart skipped, her mind racing with excuses. “Sorry, I’ve got plans,” she lied smoothly, her voice betraying none of the panic beneath. She couldn’t risk it. Not with Amy, not with the memories of forbidden summers and secret touches threatening to resurface. She was straight. Always had been. Those fleeting encounters with women—Belfast, England, Spain, that wild Tennessee summer—were just mistakes. Cock erased them, made her normal. No one knew, so they didn’t happen.
But as the afternoon wore on, Megan found herself in the garden, watering plants to avoid her own thoughts. Amy’s voice cut through again, sharp and teasing. “Thought you had plans?”
Caught, Megan fumbled, “Yeah, they got canceled.”
Amy smirked, leaning over the fence, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Come on over, then. I’ve got plenty of food.”
With no escape, Megan obliged, her stomach knotting as she crossed into Amy’s yard. The BBQ was surprisingly civil at first—talk of work, mundane chatter over grilled skewers and cold beer. Amy’s laughter was easy, her presence disarming. Megan almost relaxed. Almost.
Then Amy’s tone shifted, her gaze piercing. “I know a friend of yours—Louise? You were in America together, right?”
Megan’s throat tightened, the name a punch to the gut. Louise. Tennessee. Nights under the stars, skin on skin, whispers of forbidden lust. She forced a smile. “Yeah, nice girl. What’s she up to now?”
Amy’s grin was predatory. “Oh, she’s got a new girlfriend. But she had a lot to say about you, ‘straight girl.’”
Megan bristled, her voice sharp. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Amy leaned in, her voice low, dripping with accusation. “She said you scissored and fucked all summer. ‘Pulling the skin off each other every night,’ was how she put it. And don’t get me started on the other lovers you spilled to her about. Taking cock is just a cover for your antics, isn’t it?”
Megan’s face burned, her denial quick and fierce. “I like cock, Amy. Not girls. You’ve got it wrong.”
“Lying bastard,” Amy shot back, her eyes flashing with challenge. She stepped closer, the air between them crackling. Megan’s body betrayed her, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her dress, and Amy noticed, a wicked smile curling her lips. “Cock, you say? Your nipples seem to like me just fine.”
Before Megan could retort, Amy closed the distance, her lips crashing into Megan’s with a hunger that stole her breath. Megan’s mind screamed to push away, to run, but her body melted into the kiss, hands tangling in Amy’s hair as heat surged through her. Amy’s touch was electric, fingers trailing down Megan’s spine, igniting a fire she’d buried deep. They stumbled toward the house, the world narrowing to the desperate need building between them.
Inside, clothes shed in a frenzy, Amy’s gaze was triumphant as she pressed Megan against the wall, her breath hot against her ear. “You’re so fucking wet already, aren’t you? Can’t hide how horny you are for this.” Megan’s response was a gasp, her body arching as Amy’s hand slipped lower, finding her dripping with desire. The tension coiled tight, ready to snap, as Amy whispered, “Let’s see how much you’ve been craving this pussy all along.”
Their collision was inevitable, a storm of sweat and panting breaths waiting to erupt.
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