No Monkeys
A Quickie Divorce
Arlene wasn’t expecting trouble when she filed the marriage license. Instead she found one: she was already married. Years ago, drunk on neon and gin, she and Patricia had slipped into a Vegas chapel for a laugh. Now the joke was paperwork and signatures. Arlene tracked Patricia down, offered a pen, asked for an out. Patricia studied the papers, then the woman holding them, and smiled. She would sign only after one last night together. Arlene’s pulse kicked. Heat slid between her thighs before logic could answer. She kissed Patricia first—hard, impatient—then they stripped each other bare on the kitchen floor. Patricia’s tongue traced Arlene’s collarbone, teeth grazing skin until Arlene shuddered and spread wider. Slick fingers slid inside her; she rode them with a low, hungry moan, nails digging crescent marks into Patricia’s back. Patricia flipped her onto all fours, licked her open from behind until Arlene begged. She turned, pulled Patricia up, ground their cunts together in a fierce, wet rhythm that left both of them gasping. Sweat slicked their stomachs. Patricia’s thighs trembled when Arlene sucked her clit and curled two fingers deep. They came in quick succession, bodies jerking, mouths open against each other’s necks. Later, papers signed, Arlene watched Patricia leave with a crooked smile. Marriage had brought stranger surprises than this.
Arlene wasn’t expecting trouble when she filed the marriage license. Instead she found one: she was already married. Years ago, drunk on neon and gin, she and Patricia had slipped into a Vegas chapel for a laugh. Now the joke was paperwork and signatures. Arlene tracked Patricia down, offered a pen, asked for an out. Patricia studied the papers, then the woman holding them, and smiled. She would sign only after one last night together. Arlene’s pulse kicked. Heat slid between her thighs before logic could answer. She kissed Patricia first—hard, impatient—then they stripped each other bare on the kitchen floor. Patricia’s tongue traced Arlene’s collarbone, teeth grazing skin until Arlene shuddered and spread wider. Slick fingers slid inside her; she rode them with a low, hungry moan, nails digging crescent marks into Patricia’s back. Patricia flipped her onto all fours, licked her open from behind until Arlene begged. She turned, pulled Patricia up, ground their cunts together in a fierce, wet rhythm that left both of them gasping. Sweat slicked their stomachs. Patricia’s thighs trembled when Arlene sucked her clit and curled two fingers deep. They came in quick succession, bodies jerking, mouths open against each other’s necks. Later, papers signed, Arlene watched Patricia leave with a crooked smile. Marriage had brought stranger surprises than this.