Unaware of the subtle play between Walter and Jules, Kenzie’s focus remained on the man whose thigh she was now intimately straddling.  Her fingers dug into his shoulders as they kissed, Jules circling and preparing all while the kiss continued.  She knew she was feeling the alcohol.  Knew it was washing away the walls she’d built so careful as though brick had turned to sand.  And the best part was at the moment she hardly cared.  Memories dulled and physical sensation dominated.<br/><br/>And Jules had always made her feel comfortable.  Perhaps, she realized, as the kiss broke, that was why she’d stayed so long.  So when the brunette pulled her into hungry kiss, exploring with teeth and tongue and lips that sought to make claim of her mouth, Kenzie let her eyes drift closed and one hand twist into Jules’ hair.  Because she was hungry too.  And now that she’d had that taste, she wanted more.  Her own tongue because to dance, darting in and out of Jules’ mouth as the other’s tongue waltzed in hers, equally yielding, taking, and giving.<br/><br/>Her hips began to move, slowly at first, rubbing her cunt against Walter’s hard thigh.  Wetness dampened the cotton that barely covered her slit, and she suddenly ached for more, the hand still on Walter’s shoulder dropping lower to tug at the button on his shirt.<br/><br/>She needed this.  She wanted this. Jules and Walter.  And that they wanted her made this moment all the sweeter.