"Me neither."
"I always thought you were sexy."
"You too."
They stared in each other's eyes for long seconds, then Jessie shifted hers downward to Caitlin's breasts. Her hands moved out tentatively and she fondled the rings and Caitlin's nipples, then she looked up at Caitlin, meeting her eyes.
As one they moved forward, their arms going around each other, their lips melding in a hot, passionate, loving embrace. Their breasts mashed together, their bellies and loins joining in soft embrace. Their hands stroked each other, sliding gently along soft, bruised skin, stroking carefully, caressingly. Soon moans of pleasure rose from the bed, getting louder, turning to cries of passion and delight.
The cries rose, going out through the open window, easily heard on the quiet night air. But nobody was there to overhear, only the horses, which ignored the sounds and a bobbing form in the old septic tank, which heard nothing at all.