Pam: Part 2 (June joins)
Ashley doesn’t break eye contact with Pam—not for a second—as her lips find their way back, deeper now, wetter, more claiming. Pam lets out a little whimper, all pretense of protest melting as Ashley’s hands slide confidently beneath her shirt again, coaxing it up, inch by inch. Her bra follows soon after, released with practiced ease.
The air may be warm, but not warm enough to explain Pam’s flushed skin, her sharp little gasps, the way her nipples peak under Ashley’s teasing fingers.
Ashley’s breath grows heavier, audible between kisses. One hand holds loosely Pam’s breast, fingers brushing lazily in circles while the other slips to the small of her back, guiding her closer, until Pam is practically in her lap, straddling her thighs. Their rhythm has its own gravity now—slow, molten, and unmistakably hungry.
Across the room, June has stopped pretending to look away.
She is crouched on the floor still, but now with one elbow rested on the couch cushion, chin in her hand, eyes sharp, jaw tight. Not in jealousy. Not in hesitation. In want.
Kaori, perched behind June with a drink in hand, notices it immediately. She leans in close, lips brushing the shell of June’s ear, lust and mischievousness almost overflowing.
“You wanna fuck Pam?”
June doesn’t flinch for a second.
Slowly, deliberately, she turns to face Kaori. Her voice is low, rough, firm. “Hell yes I do,” she whispers. “And I’m done pretending otherwise.”
Kaori smiles—not smug, not cruel—just pleased. Like she’s been waiting for June to admit it out loud.
June stands up, brushing her hands on her ripped jeans, and walked over without waiting for permission. Pam looks up mid-kiss, eyes wide, pupils blown.
“You okay if I…?” June asks quietly, voice steadier than she feels.
Pam bites her lip, glances at Ashley—who smiles and nods, still lazily toying with her now-exposed nipple.
Pam exhals hard. “Y-Yes. Please.”
June climbs onto the couch beside the two, tentative for a breath—then leans in to kiss Pam’s shoulder first, then her neck, then her ear gently anchoring herself between reverence and ache. Pam arches, a little overwhelmed now in the best way, her voice catching in her throat.
Kaori tilts her head, watching with delight. Riley appears behind her, silently, with a plate of pie and the quietest “oh” imaginable.
Kaori smirks. “Told you Seattle would be fun tonight.”
Pam’s shirt is gone now—forgotten somewhere behind her—and Ashley’s hands has returned to her breasts, circling and teasing with just enough pressure to keep her breath hitching.
“Mmm, sensitive,” Ashley murmurs against her porcelaneous skin. “You’re gonna ruin me, you know that?”
Pam whimpers. “God… I never thought this would happen… I—I never even thought I liked women this much—”
She stops, flustered. Her blush is now down her chest.
Ashley smiles against Pam’s collarbone. “You like me. That’s enough.”
Behind her, June leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss just beneath Pam’s ear: “You don’t have to think. You just have to feel—feel good. That’s the only thing that matters in this household.”
Pam shivers. “I—I feel good,” she whispers. “I really do. So, so good.”
June then kisses the other side of her neck.
“Well, Pam, can I take your pants off?”
Pam hesitates, if only for a moment. Then she nods—small, trembling, but an unmistakable “yes.”