Boston marriage - part I.

Sandra Shine and I live in a Boston marriage. We fuck. Not like a roommate situation with a wink, actual sex, the same way some people share a car. We suit each other, so last month we decided to make the arrangement legal. Paperwork, rings, witnesses. We signed, we kissed, we went home and fell into bed still in half our dresses. Her mouth tasted like the champagne we barely finished. My hand found its usual place between her legs; she made that small sound she only lets out when we have nowhere else to be. We didn't pretend it was something else. Two women who enjoy each other's bodies and company chose to keep it that way on record.