THEGIRLNEXTDOOR

JORDANBLAKE

Contents

TheGirlNextDoor

Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
Chapter7
Chapter8
Chapter9
Chapter10
Chapter11
Chapter12
Chapter13
Chapter14
Chapter15
Chapter16
Chapter17

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fterthefive-hourlongdrivehomefromcollegeIfinallypulleduptothehouseI’d
grownupinandturnedthecaroffwithasighofrelief.Thiswasmyfirsttriphome

since settling in at school two months earlier. This morning I’d woken up to my first
bout of home-sickness, so I packed a bag and jumped in my car for a spur-of-the-
momentvisit.

AsIsatinthedrivewayexcitementbubbledupinsidemelikeasodacanthathadbeen
shakenup.Icouldn’twaittosurprisemyparents.Whentheplantocomehomehad
formedinmyheadmyfirstinstincthadbeentocallandletthemknow,butIfought
against that urge. I wasn’t naturally a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda gal. But I
wantedtobe,andthisweekendwasthefirststep.

AllmylifeI’dbeenaplanner.I’ddraftedmyfirsttenyearplanonmytenth,yestenth,
birthday.Eightyearslater,IwasontracktomeeteverysingleoneofthemilestonesI’d
laidout.I’dgraduatedhighschoolwitha4.2GPAandbeenacceptedintoaprestigious
liberalartscollege.ThosethingshadonlyhappenedbecauseI’dspentmyhighschool
years taking AP classes, playing volleyball, serving in student government and
volunteeringatthelocalanimalshelterandfoodbanks.Fromfreshmantosenioryear,
everyminuteofmylifehadbeenscheduled,fromthetimethatIwokeupatsixa.m.
and went to bed after midnight. Spontaneity had historically been a bad word in my
vocabulary. Which meant my mom and dad would never expect me showing up at
theirdoorstep.

AlargesmilespreadacrossmyfaceasmyanticipationoftheirreactionsgrewasIgot
outofmycarandwalkedtothetrunkofmycar.Withaclickofmykeyfobitpopped
open and I pulled out my weekend bag out before slamming it shut. As I started
walking up the driveway toward the front door, though, my smile fell. Something
seemed off. It was still—too still. It had that odd heaviness about it that buildings get
whenthere’snooneinside.Justsomethingyoucouldsense.

I unlocked the front door and stepped into the entryway, dropping my bag onto the
bench that stood along the wall. “Hello?” I called and waited for a response. None
came.

Hmm.Thatwasodd.MyDadhadretiredfromhislawfirmthespringbeforeandmy
mom was a homemaker. They were very routine people. Mornings were spent
reading. My mom loved romance novels, mysteries, and self-help. My dad preferred
thrillers,biographiesandnon-fictionmilitarystrategy.Then,theywerealwayshomein
theafternoons,putteringaroundandworkingontheirprojects,mymomeithersewing
orgardeningandmydadoutinhis“mancave,”AKAthegarage.Intheevenings,they
haddinneratfiveandwatchedshowsuntilnine,thenwenttobedandwokeupatsix
a.m.tostartitalloveragain.Theyledaverypredictable,groundhog’sdayexistence.

Theapplehadn’tfallenfarfromthetree,whichwaspreciselywhyIwantedtoinserta
littlevarietyintomylife.Iwantedtoreallylive,toexperiencelifeatitsfullest.

Figuringtheyhadprobablyjustrunouttothegrocerystoreortodosomeothersmall
errand,IdecidedIwouldgouptomybedroomandsetupmycomputerwhileIwaited
forthemtocomeback.IfIwasgoingtohavetokilltime,Iwasdefinitelygoingtodoit
whileconnectedtotheInternet.

As I walked into my room a strange sense of déjà vu came over me. Nothing had
changedsincethedayI’dlefttwomonthsearlier.Iwalkedoverandsatinmypinkand
chromeTiffanydeskchairandopenedupmyMacBookAir.Insteadoffocusingonthe
screenthatlitupinfrontofme,myeyesweredrawntothesameviewoutthewindow
thattheyalwayswere,andIfeltthesamefamiliar,illicitrushofpleasureskitterdown
myback.

Mybedroomwindowlookeddirectlyintothebackyardofournext-doorneighbors,the
Sheffields. I could even see into the windows of their kitchen and den. Of course, I
never intentionally spied on them. That would be wrong. But, hey, whatever I
happened to see when I was just glancing out my bedroom window was fair game.
Right?

The whole thing was made more complicated — and, I guess you could say, more
amazing — by the fact that I had a gigantic crush on Drew, the husband half of the
couplewholivednextdoor.Iknewitwaswrongtocrushonamarriedman.Ofcourse
itwas.Andthen,therewastheagedifference—Ididn'tknowexactlyhowoldhewas,
buthemust'vebeenpushingthirty-five.Andme?Well,Ihadjustturnedeighteenthe
summerbefore.So,obviously,Iknewitwasjustaharmlessschoolgirlthing—nothing
wasevergoingtocomeofmyfeelings.

Thatdidn'tstopmefromlookingoutthewindoweverysingletimeIsatdownatmy
desk,though,justtoseeifIcouldcatchevenaglimpseofthemanIfantasizedabout
everytimeIlaydowninbed.

I couldn’t help but think that the long-held crush was impacting my real-life sexual
experiences,though.Imean,sure,I’dfooledaround.I’devenhadsexafewtimes.But
to say it had been underwhelming would be…kind. The nicest way I could think to
describeitwasmeh.

AndwhenIreflectedoneachandeveryoneofthosefumbling,amateurishencounters,

I recognized one blazing commonality in my thought process—I always, always,
comparedthemtohowIimaginedMr.Sheffieldwouldbeasalover.Icomparedtheir
eager drooling to how I fantasized his suave seduction would play out. I compared
theirfrat-boypawingtomyprojectedimageofhisgentleandexpertflicksofthefinger
andtongue.

AnaudiblesighfellfrommylipsasIstaredoutthewindow.

Ofcoursetheidiotsatschoolcameupshortinmymentalcomparison.Inmyfantasies,
Drew Sheffield was a Sex God. No mere mortal could compare, let alone some idiot
collegefreshmanwhosebrainwasscrambledbythesightofareallifenakedboobin
frontofhim.

I realized I had no basis for thinking that Mr. Sheffield was such an expertly skilled
loverotherthanmycrushonhim.TheonlytimeI’deverevenseenhimkisshiswife
was… well, as a matter of fact, it had been from this very window, just the summer
before.Irememberedthedayverywell,becauseithadbeenmyeighteenthbirthday,
andI’djokinglythoughtitwastheuniverse’scosmicbirthdaygifttome.

Afterspendingthedayinmybackyardatthepoolpartymyparentshadthrownand
then having a night out to dinner with my friends, I’d sat down at my computer,
exhaustedbutstillfiredupfromsuchamilestoneagethatI’dachieved.Iwasanadult.
I’dfeltlikeoneforyears,butnowIwaslegallyrecognizedassuch.IfiguredIwould
wind down by scrolling through all of the “Happy Birthday” messages that were
probably sitting on my Facebook wall so that I could “like” them and thank people.
Hopefully,bythetimeIwasdoneIwouldbereadytogotosleep.

When I performed my automatic ritual of doing a quick visual scan to see if I could
catchaglimpseofMr.Sheffield,Isawthemsittingonthecouchintheirden.Thecouch
sat perpendicular to the window, so I had a clear view of the two of them relaxing,
bathedintheiridescentblueglowofthetelevisionacrosstheroom.

Then… something happened that had never happened before. Not while I’d been
watching,atanyrate.Maybehewasinspiredbysomethingthathappenedintheshow
they were watching, or hell, maybe he was just horny. But Mr. Sheffield leaned over
andstartedkissinghiswifeandrunninghishandlightlyupanddownherbody.

MyeyeshadwidenedasIfrozeinplace.Iknewitwaswrongtobewatchingsuchan
intimate moment, and I tried to make myself feel guilty enough to stop, but it was
useless.Ididn’tfeelanythingbutthetiniestsenseofperfunctoryguilt…butwhatIdid
feelwasincreasinglyturnedon.Infact,Ikindofsuspectedthattheforbiddennatureof
thewholethingmadeitevenmoreofaturn-onthanitwouldhavebeenotherwise.

Hemovedclosertoheronthecouch,deepeningthekiss,andhisroaminghandsettled
onherbreast.Iwatchedhimfondleherandcouldseehernipplespokingthroughthe
thin fabric of her tank top. When he rolled one of them between his thumb and
forefinger, I’d heard a low moan escape my throat, surprising me. Knowing this
opportunity may never again present itself, I made an executive decision to go for it

andridethewave.MyhandstrembledasIraisedthemtomyownbreastsandusedmy
ownfingerstotweakmynipples,copyinghiseverymovementascloselyasIcould.I
wantedtoimagine,tothehighestdegreeofrealitypossible,whatitwouldfeellikeifit
weremybreaststhathewasfondlinglikehewouldnevergetenough.Asifitweremy
nippleshewasplayingwith,gentlyandfirmlyinturn.

To my great disappointment, she pushed him off of her at that point, though. They
argued for a few minutes, and then she stood and stormed off to another part of the
house. I watched Mr. Sheffield that night until he turned off the lights and headed to
bed, hoping against hope she would have a change of heart and come back down to
finishtheshowthey’dstarted.Itwouldhavemadesuchaperfectbirthdaypresent!

But,thatdidn’thappen.Hehadsimplyflippedchannelsforanotherhalfanhourorso,
then gone up to bed. Mynight hadn’t ended there, though. I’d pulled off my clothes,
crawledbetweenthecovers,andtouchedmyselfwhileIletmyimaginationroamover
everythingImighthaveseenhimdoifhiswifehadn’tstoppedhim.

In every frame of my fantasy, I saw myself in my upstairs bedroom window,
mimicking his movements on myself. When he licked her breasts, I wet my fingers
with saliva to simulate the hot, firm feeling of his tongue on my nipples. When he
lowered his mouth to her pussy in my fantasy, I slid those same fingers down inside
my panties and rubbed my clit gently, pretending it was his tongue—pretending his
head was moving in between my legs at that moment, and not the spread legs of his
wifeasIwatchedhimthroughthewindow.Then,inmyimaginingsthatnight,Isaw
himclimbontopofherandthrustintoher,andIpushedmyfingersroughlyintomy
cunt, trying to recreate what I thought that sensation must be like. In my bed that
night,that’swhenIhadcome.EventhoughIwasnormallyverycontrolledandquiet
whenImasturbated—afterall,Ididn’tlivealone—thatnighthadbeensopowerfulthat
astrangledcryof“Drew!”hadtornfrommythroatastheall-consumingorgasmhad
rippedthroughme.

Ishookmyheadtopullmyselfbacktothepresentandsighedcontentedly.Italways
put a little smile on my face to revisit that erotic memory, and this time was no
exception,butthiswasthepresentandtherewasnothingintheviewoutmywindow
butanemptybackyardanddarkwindows.Timetoturnmyattentiontothecomputer.

I pulled up Facebook to see what was going on with my friends, but instead got a
surpriseupdateaboutwhatwasgoingonwithmyfamily.Rightthere,thefirstitemon
my feed, was a photo of my parents, standing on a beach, smiling and waving at the
camera. My mother had posted it twenty minutes ago. The caption read, “Hubby
surprisedmewithalast-minuteweekinHawaii!He’sthebest!”

My jaw dropped. Who were these impulsive people masquerading as my parents?
Damn. Maybe they’d had the same inclination as I’d had to live more fully, wildly,
embracingitwithopenarms.Theapplereallyhadn’tfallenfarfromthetree.

ButnowIwasintheverystrangepositionofcominghometovisit…andhavingnoone
heretosee.Iclicked“like”onthephotoandpostedacongratulatorycomment,wishing

themagoodtime.Idefinitelydidn’twanttoruintheirfunbytellingthemaboutmy
thwarted surprise. I would just hang out here for the weekend and enjoy the alone
time.

Hell,atschool,Iwassurroundedbyloudandhard-partyingpeopleallthetime.Iwas
dueforalittlepeaceandquiet.ThiscouldactuallybeevenbetterthanIexpected.

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closedthefrontdoorbehindmeandtwistedthekeyinthelock,graspingahastily
scrawledlistinmyhand.WhenI’dgonedownstairstomakemyselfasnack,I’d

gotten a very rude awakening upon opening the refrigerator—it was pretty much
empty.Apparentlymydadhaddecidedtothrowoutorusealloftheperishablefood
beforeleavingontheirHawaiiangetaway.Ahhhh,yes.ThatwasthepracticalityIknew
sowell.

So,nowIwasheadedouttostockupfortheweekend.Itwasastrangefeeling.First,
havingthehousetomyself,whichhadneverhappenedbefore,wasalmostlikehaving
myownapartment.Then,goinggroceryshoppingtomakemealsformyself—again,at
schoolIwasonthemealplan.Thisfeltlikeaverygrown-up,out-on-my-ownthingto
bedoing.

IwashalfwaydownthedrivewaywhenIcaughtamovementintheyardnextdoor.I
lookedover.

Oh,whoa!

ItwasMr.Sheffield…andhewaswavingatme.

Myheartspedup,andIcouldtellthatmycheekswereblazing.Evenso,I’djustbeen
baskinginthefeelingofbeingall“grownup,”anditgavemealittleedgeofswaggeras
Isaunteredovertothewhitepicketfencethatseparatedourtwoyards.

“Hi, Mr. Sheffield,” I said, and I was pleased to hear none of the shy, crush-inspired
trepidation that had always filled my voice when I spoke to him in the past. Today, I
sounded like a confident young woman—which, I realized, was exactly what I was. I
wasjustintheprocessofgettingusedtoit.

“Heythere,Dakota.Youhomefromcollegefortheweekend?”

Oh God. His deep voice and golden brown eyes were so warm and welcoming they
mademeweakintheknees.Mybreathcaught.Iwasgoingtohavetofightdamnhard
tokeepupmyconfidenttonewhenallIwantedtodowascollapseintoagiantpileof
gooeymushathisfeet.

Ismiledbrightly.“Yep.Firstvisithome,actually.”

“Really?”Hisbrowwrinkled.“Ithoughtyourparentswereoutoftown?”

“Theyare,asamatteroffact.”Ichuckled.“SomethingIdiscoveredonceIgotherefor
mysurprisevisit.”

“Oh,no!”Hegrinnedinawaythatwarmednotonlymyladypartsbutalsomyheart.It
waslikehetrulyfeltbadformysituation.“Iguessyouweretheonetogetsurprised.”

“Yep. I was.” I laughed then said, “So, now I’m headed out to get some provisions.
There’snofoodinthehouse.”

A flicker of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on flashed in his eyes and the
energybetweenusgotalittlemore…intense. Before I could make a guess as to what
wasgoingon,thefriendlydemeanorwasfirmlybackinplaceandhesaid,“Well,you’re
morethanwelcometojoinmefordinner.I’vegotplentyandthere’snowayI’llfinish
itbymyself.”

“With...you?”Ifeltawrinkleformbetweenmyeyebrows.“Where’sMrs.Sheffield?”

Hisjawtightenedandhiseyescastdowntothegrasshewasstandingon.Afteralong
pausehefinallyliftedhisheadandexplained,“Shemovedoutacoupleofmonthsago.
Itmust’vebeenrightafteryouleftforschool.”

Ihatedmyselfforthesparkofexcitementthatflutteredinmybellyatthosewords.He
was clearly torn up—who wouldn’t be? I was a terrible person. But I couldn’t help it.
Damn.Iwasonlyhuman.AllIcouldthinkwas,He’ssingle!Hooray!

Whohastwothumbsandisdefinitelygoingtohell?Thisgirl.

Whodoesn’tcare?Yep,meagain.

Although the response that was rattling around in my brain consisted mainly of
incoherent squeals of delight and hope, what I actually said was, “I’m so sorry! That
mustbesotough.”

“Well, yeah. But it was a long time coming. We were really young when we got
together.Wegrewapart.”

“Sorry.Thatsucks.”

Heshookhisheadandsmiledwryly.“Lessthanyoumightimagine.”

What?!

He continued, his voice lightening to signal a subject change. “So, fair warning about
tonight. I’m afraid my cooking skills are nothing to write home about, so if you do
agree to dinner, buyer beware. But, to be honest, I’d love the company. Working for
myself,Igetprettytiredofbeingalone.”

Holy.Shit.

Imadeadecision,rightthenandthereinthedriveway.

Having the house to myself this weekend, doing my own grocery shopping, cooking
myownmeals…thoseweren’tgoingtobetheonly“grownup”thingsIdidwhileIwas
home.Iwasgoingtoseducemyneighbor.Allofmylong-timefantasiesweregoingto
cometrue.Itwasgoingtohappen.

Myinner-selfstarteddoingcartwheelsandshouting,“Helltotheyes!”

Outwardly,Ijustsmiledpolitely.“I’dloveto.”

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angled my head down and stepped back into the hot spray to let the pulsating
streamsofwaterdigintotheknottedmusclesofmyneck.

Shit!DidIreallyjustinviteDakotaoverfordinner?

Icouldn’tbelieveit.Thewordshadstreamedfrommymouthasifsomebodyelsewere
sayingthem.IfeltlikeIwasfloatingabovemybody,watchingastrangerthatlookeda
helluvalotlikemeinvitemysexyyoungneighborovertothehouse.

Ofcourse,thinkingbackonhowshe’dlooked,itwasnorealsurprisethatmybrainhad
beenshort-circuited.Herbig,wideeyesframedbythicklashes.Herpouty,plumplips.
Herdark,silkyhaircurlingsoftlyoverhershoulders.Herfullbreastsstrainingagainst
thesoft,form-fittingcottont-shirt.Hertightjeans,fadedacrossherass,showcasingher
curveslikeaworkofart.

Extremelysexyart.

Seeing her after all these months, and looking so delicious, my brain jumped back to
thefirsttimeI’dseenher.Reallyseenher.Notjustglossedoverherpresenceas“that
kidfromnextdoor,”butactuallynoticedherasawoman.

Ithadbeenonthedayofher18

th

birthdaypartythesummerbefore.Allafternoon,I’d

heard the pool party raging on, with splashes and laughter and music filling the air
betweenourhouses.Itwasnicetohearpeoplehavingfun.MyexandIhadbeenina
downwardspiralforyears,andthetensioninmyhousewassothickyoucouldcutit
withaknife.I’descapedtothebackyardjusttositaloneinthesunshineandlistento
thesoundofhappinessdriftingacrossthefence.

ButthenIheardit.Oneparticularvoicestandingoutfromthecrowd,sayingmyname.
Callingmeovertothefence.I’dwalkedoverandsawDakotastandingonthefarsideof
the pool. When we made eye contact, she smiled and waved, then dove smoothly in
andswamacrossunderwater.Icouldn’ttakemyeyesoffofhergracefulformunder
thetwistingripplesofthesurfaceofthepool.

She swam over to the steps closest to where I stood in one long, underwater jaunt.
Whenshereachedthecementstairs,shesurfaced,brushingherwethairbackfromher

facewithbothhandsassheclimbedoutofthepool.Thewholethingwaslikeamovie.
Although it was happening in front of me, in my mind it was brightly backlit and
playinginslowmotionasaboomingbasslinetrackpumpedunderneaththescene.

ShesteppedovertothefenceandIwishedherahappybirthday,thenwestoodthere
chattingforaboutfiveminutes.Idon’tknowwhatthehellwetalkedabout,mymind
hadbeencompletelyconsumedwithhowfuckinghothertightlittlebodylookedinthe
bikinishe’dworn.

Goddamn.She’dbeenpuresex,andIhadn’tbeenabletothinkaboutanythingelseall
the rest of the day. In fact, the mental picture of her smooth, tan skin with drops of
watersparklingonitlikediamondshadgottenmesoworkedupbythatnightthatI’d
evenmadeapassatmywife.Yep.I’dtriedtogetlaid,forthefirsttimeinmonths.

Ithadn’tgonewell.Tosaytheleast.

I didn’t even care, truthfully. In fact, I was a little relieved to have the freedom to sit
aloneintheden,absentmindedlyflippingchannelsandlettingmymindrunwildwith
thoughtsofhowsexythescantily-cladDakotahadbeenthatafternoon.

That’swhenIrealizeditwasalloverbutthepaperwork.Lessthanamonthlater,my
ex had moved out. I’d thought that my attraction to Dakota had just been my
subconscious’wayoflettingmeknowthatmymarriagewasreallyandtrulyover,but
seeing her this afternoon had crushed that idea like a bug. If anything, she’d looked
even hotter in her jeans and t-shirt than she had in her skimpy swimsuit, and I was
hardasarockthinkingabouther.

Shit.IneededtogetabulletoutofthechamberifIwasgoingtobeanythingbutatotal
drooling moron at dinner that night. I grasped my cock in my hand. It was painfully
hard at this point. I stroked myself, picturing Dakota’s sweet body at the pool party,
imaginingwhatitmightlooklikeifI’dreachedoverthefenceandrippedoffthetiny
piecesoffabricthathadcoveredher.

Imaginingherswimmingnaked,puttingonashowjustforme.Steppingoutofthepool
andsmoothingbackherwethairjustlikeinreallife,butthistimehernippleswouldbe
hardfromthebracingcoldofthewater,rivuletsrunningdownherbellyandswirling
betweenherlegsandoverhersweetlittlepussy—

“Oh,fuck!”Igruntedastheever-fasterandever-harderstrokesofmyfisttoreaload
fromme.Ishotmywadallovertheshowerfloor,mybrainfullofDakota’simagined
nakedness.

Whenmybreathinghadreturnedtonormal,Ishookmyheadandresolvedtoletthat
bethelastIthoughtaboutitthatnight.Otherwise,therewouldbenogettingthrough
dinner. This wasn’t a date. We were simply two acquaintances getting to know each
otherbetter.That’sallitwas.

After a moment’s consideration, I grasped the shower knob and turned the
temperature down until my skin jumped at the cold temperature of the shower. I

noddedtomyself.Yep,probablyforthebest.

Hopefully,itwouldbeenoughtodothetrick.

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h,God!

I glanced up at the clock on my bedroom wall for about the millionth time in ten
minutesandwasrelievedtoseethatithadonlymovedforward30seconds.Istillhada
littlebitoftimebeforeIhadtowalknextdoorforTheDinner.

PanicfloodedmyveinsasIpulledonoutfitafteroutfit,tossingtherejectshaphazardly
aroundtheroom.EverythingIhadhereinmyclosetathomewasfromhighschool—
and,boy,diditlooklikeit!Icouldn’tthinkstraight.

Finally,Isettledonaplainblacktanktopwithdarkskinnyjeansandboots.Plainasit
was,itwasthemostchicensembleIcouldputtogetheroutofmyhighschoolleftovers,
anditwouldhavetodo.

Iwasabundleofnerves.Ididn’tthinkI’dbeensonervousaboutanythinginmylife
since…well,ever.

IwasgoingtomakeamoveonMr.Sheffield.Icouldn’tquitebelieveit,butIknewit
wastrue.Icouldfeelitinmybones.Thetimewasright,itwasanoworneversortofa
thing. It was just…how exactly do you go about seducing someone, again? That wasn’t
exactlyinformationthathadbeenhandeddownaspartofmyeducation,andIdidn’t
thinkthatmoviesandtelevisionwereexactlyreliablesources.

Then, an idea occurred to me. Of course! What did I always do, anytime I needed to
know how something worked? What was my go-to source for reliable how-to
information?

JustGoogleit,silly!

Isatdownatmydeskandopenedmycomputer,navigatingtoGoogleandtypingin,
“howtoseduceanolderman.”

Bluelinksandblacktextfilledthewhitescreen.Isighedindisgustandfrustrationas
my eyes scanned them. It got worse as I clicked into a few. An article on Vice that
included the phrases “pendulous moobs,” “ailing prostates,” and “white back hair.” I
shookmyhead.

Not.Applicable.

Next, I dove into the treacherous world of SnagThatSugarDaddy.com. Again…not
advicethatappliedtomysituation.

Why isn’t there a SoYouWannaDoYourHotOlderNeighbor.com? Huh? Where my girls
at?

Article after article about going after older men for their money and ignoring their
bodies.Whatifyouwantedthembecauseoftheirbodies?Wherewasthatinformation?

Iglancedupattheclockagain.

Oh,shit.Itwastime togo.Igrabbed mykeysfromthedesk, putthemintomy back
pocket, and headed down the stairs. Apparently the only advice I was going to have
time to look up was the useless kind. When it came to seduction strategy, I was
completelyonmyown.

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pushed the food around on my plate. The problem wasn’t that it was inedible.
What I’d managed to choke down was, in fact, pretty tasty. I was just far too

nervoustoeat,knowingwhatIwasabouttodo.ThementalimagesthatI’dresearched
keptpoppingintomymind,theonesthathadencouragedmetoboldlymakemymove
invarious ways, had mein turmoil. Everything insideme swirled with a confusing—
andnotentirelyunpleasant—mixtureofterrorandlust.Tryingtoworkupthecourage
tosaysomethingnaughtyortouchhimwassoscarythatIfeltalittlelightheaded.

Ontheotherhand,knowingIwassoclosetoactuallyfeelinghishandsandlipsonme?
God, it made me dizzy for a whole other reason. My head spun, my belly was full of
tinglingbutterflies,andheatrushedfrommycoreouttomyextremitieseverytimeI
workedmynervealmostallthewayup.

Oh,Iwashungryallright.Justnotforsaladandpasta.

Allmylifefeltlikeithadbeenleadinguptothismoment.Likeeverythinghadbeena
rehearsal. And now that it was time for the performance I was suffering from stage
fright.

Glancingup,Iwasstruckbyluminescentgazeoftheclear,lightbrowneyesoftheman
that had been my childhood crush staring back at me. The man that had
unintentionallysetthebarforwhatarealmanwassupposedtobe.Andthatbarwas
whatI’dheldeveryguyIwasevenremotelyinterestedinuptoandthey’dallcomeup
lacking.

DrewSheffieldhadthemallbeatoneveryfront.Therewasnootherperson,thatIhad
metatleast,thatexudedsexappeallikethemanseatedacrossfrommedid.Itwasn’t
thathetriedtobesexy,hejustwas;fromhiseffortlesslydisheveledsandyblondehair
that was just long enough that I itched to run my fingers through it. To his large
caramel-shadedirisessurroundedbyathickbedofdarklashesthatmademyinsides
burstintoflameswhenhisheatedgazewasfocusedonme.Tothesquarejawthatwas
always peppered with just enough stubble to give him a rugged edge and his full lips
thatI’dfantasizedbeingagainstmyskinmoretimesthanIcouldcount.

Andthatwasallabovehisneck…

I couldn’t let myself get started on his massive hands that held scars and were work-
wornfromhisyearsinconstructionbeforehestartedthearchitecturalfirmwhichkept
himbehindadeskandoffsite.Orhisbroadshouldersandmusculararmsthatlooked
like they’d been carved out of marble. Or his washboard abs that put Calvin Klein
underwearmodelstoshame.

Drew Sheffield was a fantasy that could actually become a reality if I used my words
andspoke.Orbetteryetgotoffmyass,whichseemedtobegluedtomyseatandacted
onwhatIwanted.

Hesmiledatmystill-fullplate.“Notverygood,huh?Sorryaboutthat.ButIdidwarn
you.Mycookingskillsarestillintheformationstages.”

Ishookmyhead.“No.Ilikeit.Ijust…mymindissomewhereelse.”

“Doyouwanttotalkaboutit?”Helookedgenuinelyinterested.“Like I said, it’s been
prettyquietaroundhere.Icouldusetheconversation.”

“Umm…” Yes. I wanted to talk about where my mind was, I just wasn’t sure how to
begin.Iwasn’tsurehowtomakehimseemeasanythingmorethanthegirlnextdoor.

“How’sschool?”Hisdeepvoicerumbledashemadesmalltalk.

“Good,”Iansweredlamely,noddingmyhead.

“I bet the guys are lining up. You probably have to beat them off with a stick.” He
paused and stared at me with a look that I felt between my legs. He inhaled slowly
beforehepracticallygrowled,“IknowifIwastwenty…hell,tenyearsyounger…”

My pussy clenched with need at not only the hungry rasp in his voice but also the
wordsthemselvesbeforethey’dtrailedoff.

“Ifyouweretenyearsyoungeryou’dwhat?”Iaskedboldly,oratleastasboldlyasa
personcouldwhentheirvoicebarelyregisteredaboveawhisper.

Hisonlyreactiontomybreathyinquirywasatwitchofhisjawashiscoppergazeheld
minewithaforcethatI’dneverexperiencedbefore.Myheartwasbeatingwildlyinmy
chest as the energy between us grew increasingly electrified. I waited, holding my
breathatwhathewouldsaynext.

Icouldseeawarbehindhishoneyeyes.Hewasbattlingwithwhetherornottoanswer
myquestionandIsaidalittleprayerthatgoodwouldcomeoutontop.Ormaybeevil…
Iwasn’tsure.Whateversidewashimtellingmewhathewoulddoifhewastenyears
youngerwas,that’sthesideIwantedtowin.

Isawthemomentthebattlewaswon.Aflashofdecisionsparkedinhisgoldenstarand
an invisible wall was constructed between us. In an instant the sparks that had been
flyingbetweenuswereextinguishedandbeforeheevenspokeIknewthatthesideI’d
beenrootingforwasnotthevictor.

He broke our stared and turned his attention back down to his plate as he answered

withacommanding,“Nevermind.”

The finality in his tone caused a thrill to race down my spine and my panties grew
damp.MyentirebodyvibratedwithdesireathisauthoritativedemeanorwhichIwas
sure was meant to indicate that the subject was over. Out of instinct I squeezed my
thighstogetherandmyinnerwallsspasmed,seekingrelease.

It was clear that his intention was for me to drop it, instead it incited me to want to
pushitevenfurther.Hecouldmakeeverycellinmybodycometolifewithouteven
trying.Withouteventouchingme.Ihadtoknowwhatitwouldbelikeifhishandswere
onme,ifhismouthwasonme.

I knew that this was it. It was now or never. I took a deep breath and worked my
courage up to the sticking point. I stood and walked over to his chair, ready to make
my move. Before I made it around the table he stood as well. As I took the last two
stepstoclosethedistanceIwasoverwhelmedbyhispresence.Hestoodagoodeight
inchestallerthanmyfive-foot-fourinchframeandIhadtotiltmyheadbacktolookup
athim.

“Dakota?”Concernfilledhisdeep,hypnoticvoice.

Dosomething,myinnervoicescreamed.

MyheadwasspinningandIwaslight-headed.Ifitwaspossibletogetdrunkonarousal,
beingthisclosetoDrewhadmewellovermylegallimit.Iwantedtoliftuponmytoes,
to press my lips to his, but my limbs felt like noodles. I was surprised I was even
standingofmyownaccord.

It seemed that doing something was out of the question, so my inner voice piped in
with,saysomething!

I was trying to come up with the perfect words of seduction when a line appeared
betweenDrew’sbrowasheasked,“Dakota…areyouokay?”

ItwasthenthatIrealizedthatI’djuststoodup,walkedovertoDrewandstoodsilently
looking up at him...like an awkward mute. Obviously seduction was not my forte.
EmbarrassmentovertookmeandIflustered.Composurefledmybrain,asdidwords.
Reasonablewords,atleast.Iblurtedout,“Sick!”

Hisbrowsdrewtightertogetherasherepeated,“Sick?”

“I’m sick!” I sputtered, and then before I could stop myself, I ran right out the front
door.

Worst.Seduction.Ever.

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uck!Whatthefuckjusthappened?

Icouldn’tdecideifIwasanidiotorasaint.Maybeneither.Probablyboth.

Dakota had been in my house, looking at me like I was an ice cream cone on a hot
summer day and instead of acting on it, I’d done nothing. Her face was flushed with
arousalandthesexualtensionwassothickithadmademychesttight.But,insteadof
addressing it, instead of grabbing her by the arms and crushing her hot little body to
meandclaimingherwithakiss,I’dactedasifIdidn’tknowwhyshewasstandingin
frontofme,breathlesswithneed.Myinactionhadcausedhertogetsonervousshe’d
fakedbeingsickandrunoutthedoor.AndI’dlethergo.Yeah.Idiot,forsure.

“Fuck!”Thattime,theexclamationdidn’tstaytrappedinsidemyhead.

Dakota was any man’s wet dream, and I’d been fantasizing about her non-stop since
her eighteenth birthday. Her long, shiny, dark curls and deep onyx eyes. Her red
cheeks and lips that made her look like a perfect china doll. And damn, it wasn’t just
herlooks.Itwassomethingaboutthemixtureofinnocenceandsensualitysheputout
that was beyond intoxicating. She had a body with the curves of a woman and wide
eyesthatshowedtheinnocenceofagirl.Thecombinationmademyheadspinandmy
dickhardinawayIcouldn’teverrememberhappeningbefore.

The day I’d been at the fence like Wilson from the nineties show starring Tim Allen,
HomeImprovement,andseenhercomingoutofthepoollikeareallifePhoebeCatesin
thaticonicFastTimesatRidgemontHighscenewasstillfreshinmymemory.Itplayed
over and over on repeat and I was unable to stop it, though at first I’d tried. I told
myselfitwasinappropriatetothinkofthegirlnextdoorthatway.

Butthatfeelingchangedacouplemonthslater.I’dbeensittingatmydeskandglanced
out the window to see Dakota driving away, her car packed with boxes and bags. As
soonasthethoughthitmethatshewasofftocollege,thatshewouldliveonherown,
thatshewasarealadult…holyshit.ItwasonfromthatdayforwardIstoppedfighting
my base, primal desires. All of my sexual fantasies revolved around her. What she
wouldlooklikenaked.Whatherperfect,perkybreastsmightlooklikebeforeIlowered
mymouthtoengulfthem.WhathertightlittlepussywouldfeellikeasIdrovemycock

intoit.WhatherfacewouldlooklikewhenImadehercome.

I reached up and wiped away the sweat forming at my brow. Dammit, my cock was
rock-hard.Therewasnogettingaroundit—everytimeIthoughtaboutherinanykind
ofsexualway,evenifitwasaflashofanimagethatlastedafractionofasecond,my
cock was going to immediately harden. No amount of thinking about baseball or
nuclear war would tame that sucker, either. There was only one thing to do; I was
goingtohavetotakemattersintomyownhands.Again.

I

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walkedintomyroomlaterthatnightaftersoothingmyselfwithanabundanceof
comfort-pintsofBen&Jerry’s,planningtolookatmoroseGIFsonTumblr.Itwas

oneoftheonlythingsthatmademefeelbetterwhenIwasupset.Inatwistedway,it
waslikeIfeltlessupsetjustknowingtherewerepeopleouttherewhowerefarsadder
thanIwas.

Iwassavedfromthatuber-emopursuitbythesuddenchorusofAnnieWaits by Ben
Foldsblaringthroughtheroom.Ihadtolaugh.Thatwouldbemyroommatecalling.
HernamewasAnnie,andsheamusedherselfbysneakingontomyphonewhenIwas
asleep and changing her own personalized ringtone in my contacts directory to
differentsongswiththename“Annie”inthetitle.Ithadstartedoutwiththesimply-
namedAnnie by Mat Kearney, and since then we’d had Annie, I Owe You a Dance by
TimMcGraw,AntiqueAnnie’sMagicLanternShowbyMarianHenderson,andAnnieUse
YourTelescopebyJack’sMannequin.

When I’d asked her what she would do when she ran out of Annie songs, she’d just
shrugged.“IguessI’llhavetomoveontoAnneandAnna.”

“Butthatdoesn’tmakesense.It’snotevenyourname.”

Anothershrug.“Closeenough.Plus,thatleavesAnnaBeginsbyCountingCrowsinmy
future,andnoplanincludingthatsongcanbeanythingbutawesome.”

Ihadtogrinnow,thinkingofthatconversation.Shewasthesmartest,quickestperson
I’d ever met, and she had a system for everything. Even if some of her ideas were a
littleunconventional,herlevelofconfidenceinthemwascomforting.

IpickedupmyphoneandswipedthescreentoanswerasIfloppeddownonmybed.
“Hey,Annie.What’sup?”

“Justcheckingin.How’syourvisitgoing?Wereyourparentssurprised?”

Isnorted.“MorelikeIwassurprised.They’renotevenhome.Mydadtookmymomon
somelast-minutetropicalgetaway.I’mherebymyself.”

“Well,areyouenjoyingthesolitude,atleast?”

Ihesitated,unsurehowtoanswer.“Yeah…”

Comeon.Thattonedidn’tevenconvinceyou.

“Allright,spill.Whathappened?”

I sighed, surrendering to inevitability. I knew I was going to end up telling Annie all
about my Dinner of Humiliation, whether it was after ten minutes of hemming and
hawingornot.Mightaswelljustbitethebullet.

“WhenIwasgoingouttobuygroceries,myneighborinvitedmeoverfordinner.”

“Theneighbor?”

“Yes.”

“Mr.Bean?”

“OhGod.Whydoyoualwayscallhimthat?Ilookeditup.That’slike,thisbumbling,
dorkycharacterwhoneverevensaysanything.Drewisnothinglikethat.”

“Oh,it’sDrewnow?Hmmmm…we’llgetbacktothat.ButIcallhimMr.Beanbecause
youflickyourbeaneverytimeyouthinkabouthim.Metaphorically,ifnotliterally.I
imagineit’sliterallymoreoftenthannot.”

MycheeksheatedasItriedtoputtogetherasnappyreply.Childishly,Iblurtedout,“I
donot!”

A sigh came over the line, and I could picture Annie shaking her head in
disappointment. “Oh, Dakota. Really? That was neither clever nor true. Come on.
You’rebetterthanthat.”

I had to laugh, which was exactly what I needed. “Anyway, I went over for dinner. I
foundouthesplitupwithhiswifethispastfall.SoIdecidedto…youknow,goforit.”

Annie’svoicewasslowandcautious.“Ishuddertoevenaskthis,butwhatpreciselydo
youmeanby‘goforit’inthiscontext?”

“Kisshim.”

“Oh,that’snotsobad.”

“Imean,Iwasplanningtodomoreafter.Itwasgonnabeawholeseductionscene.I
evenGoogledit.”

“YouGoogledit?Well,Ican’timaginewhatcouldpossiblygowrongwiththatlevelof
research,butmycuriosityisMt.Everest-sizedpiqued.”

Isighed.“Itdidn’tgowrongsomuchasjustnevergo.”

“OK.Rewind.Whatexactlyhappened?”

“Wehaddinner.Weweretalking.AndIworkedupthenervetokisshim…”

“Yeah.Gotthatmuch.Whatnext?”

“Ichickenedout.Iranoutthefrontdoorandbacktomyhouse.Ididn’tevenstopto
closehisfrontdoor.Infact,itmightstillbeopen.”

“So…yourGooglingdidnotpayoff,then.”

“Understatement.”

“You know what the problem is? You need to lose your virginity. You’ve got all this
pent-up sexual tension you think Mr. Bean can solve because you’ve spent so much
timefantasizingabouthowgreatheisinthesack.Butthat’sallconjectureyourbrainis
hangingontobecauseyouhavenothingtocompareitto.Onceyouloseyourvirginity,
you’llseethatyourneighborisn’tsomemagicalsexgod.He’sjustadude…who’sspent
aridiculousamountoftimestarringinyourmind-porn,sure.But,still.Justadude.”

“Whatareyoutalkingabout?I’mnotavirgin!”

“Youareavirgin.Justbecauseyou’vehadsexafewtimesdoesn’tmeanyou’renota
virgin.”

“Um…prettysurethat’sexactlywhatitmeans.”

“That’sanarcanedefinition.Areallgold-starlesbiansvirgins?Iseverygirlthatusesa
tamponnolongeravirgin?No…that’scrazytalk!Youdon’tloseyourvirginity,notfor
real, when a something or someone penetrates your vagina. You lose it when
someone’s soul penetrates your soul. When you have a sexual experience that’s so
intense it changes you forever. Implants a little of that person inside you—a piece
you’llcarryaroundwithyouforever.Ifyou’veneverbeensoul-fuckedthenyou’restill
avirgin.”

“Whatareyoutalkingabout?Whoserulesarethese?”

“Mine.Andbasiclogic’s.”

I hated to point out the very obvious virginal elephant in the room, or I guess the
conversation, but some things needed to be said. “You’ve got a lot of theories about
what constitutes virginity loss for someone who hasn’t lost her virginity by any
definition.”

“Firstofall,I’mastatisticsmajor.Idon’tneedfirst-handexperienceinordertogather
empirical data and draw a correlation. In fact, that could conceivably even be a
distraction.Secondly,yes.It’strue.I’mavirgin.SoyoucanseewhyI’veputsomuch
time into thinking about it, and why I’ve been so motivated to develop a rock-solid
theory.”

“Hard to argue with that. So, basically you’re saying all I need to do to get over my
neighborisfindaguywhorocksmetomyverycoreandhaveasexualencounterwith
himthat’ssopowerfulitcouldbedescribedasareligiousexperience?”

“Basically.”

“Well,aslongasit’snothingdifficult…”

Shelaughed.“Iknow,right?Well,IguessI’llleaveyoutothatpursuit.Ijustwantedto
checkinwithyou.I’mactuallyheadedoutrightnowto…well,lookforthesamething
myself.”

“Happyhunting!”

“You,too,”shesaidbeforedisconnectingtheline.

IhungupwithAnnie,feelingcheeredjustenoughthatIdecidedaneveningofBen&
Jerry’s and maudlin Tumblr postings weren’t necessary. I’d just check my Facebook
realquicktoseeifmyparentswerehavingagoodtime,andthenmaybetrytoconnect
withsomefriendsfromhighschool.

AsIsatdownatmydesk,ImadeaconsciouspointnottolookoveratMr.Sheffield’s,er
um…Drew’s backyard this time—the only time I could ever remember not looking
overthere,letaloneintentionallydecidingnottolookover.Itfeltstrangetoskipthe
ritual, but I was determined not to let my brain get mired down and wallow in the
disasterthatwasourdinner“date.”Iwasgoingtogetoveritandenjoytherestofmy
weekendifitkilledme.

Iopenedmycomputerandpressedthebuttontopoweriton,andalightfromtheden
nextdoorcaughtmyeye,drawingmygazewithoutmyconsciousconsent.

“Dammit!”Icursedundermybreath,butbythenitwastoolate.Iwashooked.Ihadto
takealookandseewhatmyneighbor-slash-crushwasupto.WhenIlookedcloser,I
sawthatthelighthadbeentheTVflickeringtolife.Ittookamomentformyeyesto
processandrelaywhatIwasseeingonthescreentomybrain.

“OhmyGod,”Igasped.

Itwasporn.

Andnotjustanyporn.Schoolgirlporn.

TherewasagirlonthescreendresseduplikeBritneySpearsfromtheHitMeBabyOne
More Time video. At least that’s how she started out—she didn’t stay dressed like
anythingforlong.

IwatchedthescreenwhileatthesametimestealingglancesatDrew,reclinedonhis
couchinthesamejeansandbuttonuphe’dwornfordinner,doingthesamething.I’d
certainlyneverseenhimlookatpornbefore,maybebecauseithadn’tbeen“allowed”
when he was married. Now that he was on his own, I figured he was free to play it
whenever he wanted, and I had to admit I couldn’t be happier for his newfound
freedom.

The girl on the screen got on her knees and started stroking the large penis of her
costar.ShetookhimdeepinhermouthandamoanescapedthebackofmythroatasI
imaginedwhatDrewwouldtastelike.Myeyesdartedbacktothecouchjustintimeto

seeDrewplacehishandoverhiscrotch.

Myeyeswidened.

Washeabouttopullhisdickout?

WasIactuallygoingtogettoseehishardcockafteralltheseyearsoffantasizingabout
it?

I thought about what Annie had said—the healthy thing was to stop featuring him in
my fantasies, stop building him up as a magical Sex God in my mind, stop obsessing
over him to the point that I simply couldn’t enjoy sex to the fullest because I was
constantlycomparingotherguystothepersonI’dmentallybuiltupasthepinnacleof
allthingserotic—DrewSheffield.

I seriously considered standing up, turning around, and walking out of the room…
maybe even out of the house if that’s what it took. But then I said, “Ah, fuck it,” and
leanedforwardtoenjoytheshowandseehowthisplayedout.

The actors on the screen were fully into the scene at this point. The girl was on her
handsandkneesandtheguywasgivingittohergoodfrombehind.Still,thehardcore
sex taking place on the television was nowhere near as arousing as the action taking
placeinreallife.Mr.Sheffieldrubbedhishandupanddownthefrontofhispants.The
harderhegot,thewetterIgot.Mypussyachedandtingledasmybreathspedup.My
eyes bounced back and forth from the TV screen to the couch like I was watching a
matchatWimbledon.

Heunzippedhispants,andIleanedbackanddrewinasharpbreath.Ireallywasabout
toseehiscock.Hot.Fucking.Damn.

Jackpot!Gooddecisiontoseehowthisplayedout.

He pulled it out, never tearing his eyes from the pigtailed girl getting fucked on the
screeninfrontofhim,andstrokeditenthusiastically.Icouldn’tbelievemyeyes.His
cock was big and strong and beautiful. I could almost feel it driving into me as I
watched his hand move up and down, the way the porn star’s cock on the screen
rammedintothefake-schoolgirl’spussyinthemovie.

AsDrew’shandstrokedhisshaftfasterandfaster,aplanbegantogrowandtakeshape
in my mind. As his climax neared, that plan became fully fleshed out. By the time I
watchedhimshoothisimpressiveloadalloverhishand,awickedsmilehadtakenup
residenceonmylips.Myplanofseductionwasfullyformed.IknewexactlywhatIwas
goingtodo.

I

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stoodonDakota’sfrontporch,takingamomenttoappreciatewhatwasaboutto
happenbeforeIrangthedoorbell.Lastnight,I’dreamedmyselffornotjumping

ontheopportunitywithDakota.I’dhadnoideahowsoonIwasgoingtogetachanceto
fixthatsituation.Whenshe’dcalledmeafewminutesagoandaskedmetocomeover
becauseshereallyneededmyhelp,alarmhadfilledmeandI’dbeenhalfwayoutthe
door when I’d asked her what was wrong. After a pause and then a sharp intake of
breathshe’drepeatedthatsheneededme,stumbledoverherwordsandthensaidshe
needed help changing a lightbulb. Alarm had instantly been replaced with arousal. It
wasobvioustomerightawaythatwasjustanexcusetogetmeinsidethehouse.An
excusetoseeme.Anexcusetohaveatake-twoonourdinnerlastnight.

Readytogiveintomyrawdesires,Ipressedmyfingerontothedoorbell.Damn.Sweet
littleDakotabetterknowwhatshe’sgettingherselfinto.

A few seconds later, the door swung open a few inches. Dakota’s adorable face was
peeking out through the crack. “Oh, hi, Mr. Sheffield,” she chirped. “Thank you so
muchforcomingoverrightaway!Youhavenoideahowmuchyou’resavingmeright
now.Ireallyneedyou.”

Hearingherhigh,clearvoicesaythewordsIreallyneedyoushotstraighttomycock
likeaboltoflightning,eveniftheywereundertheguiseoftalkingabouta“lightbulb
change.”IclearedmythroatasIwalkedintothehouse.

“YoucancallmeDrew.”MyvoicewasraspyashellwhenIspoke,likeIhadsandpaper
insteadofvocalchords.

Iheardthedoorclosebehindmeandturnedtofacethegirlthathadhauntedmyevery
wakingandsleepingmomentformonthsnow.Herbackwasstilltowardsmebutshe
spunslowly,showingoffwhatshewaswearing.Myeyeswidened;shehadonashort
plaidskirtwithknee-highsocksandblackbuckleshoes.Herformfittingwhitebutton-
downshirtwasunbuttonedalmosttothemiddleofherbellyandpulledaparttoreveal
asexyblacklacebrathatpushedhercleavagesky-high.Herglossyblackwaveswere
corralledintotwosassylittleponytailsonthesideofherhead,theicingonthatsexy-as-
fuckcake.

She ran her hands down the hair trapped in her ponytails, stopping at the ends and
raising her eyes to look up at me coyly through thick lashes. Her voice was low and
sensualwhenshereplied,“ButwhatifIdon’twantto?WhatifIlikecallingyouMister
Sheffield?”

Icouldn’teventalknow.Heroutfit,herhair,hervoice…itwasalltoomuch.Shetilted
herfaceuptome,herfacesosweetandinnocentthatIalmostcouldn’tstandit,and
said,“Areyougoingtohelpmechangemylightbulb,Mr.Sheffield?”

Theshockofwhatwashappeningbeganwearingoff.Actually,itwasburnedoffbythe
heated lust that ran through my veins, supercharging me like I was the hero in a
videogame.Icouldn’trememberthelasttimeI’dfeltsopowerful.

Shebrushedpastmeandbeganwalkingslowlydownthehall.Ifollowedbehindlikea
lionstalkinghisprey.Sheglancedshylybackatme,peekingoverhershoulderaswe
startedupthestairs.Icouldn’ttearmyeyesawayfromthesweetsashayofherperfect,
tight ass as she climbed. I hadn't even touched her, and I was so hard I could barely
walkstraight.

Fuck,thiswasgoingtobegood.

She led me right into her bedroom. Even though it was tough to pull my eyes away
fromthemagnificentsightofherinthattinylittleoutfit,Ididtakeamomenttoglance
around and see what her room looked like. Everything I saw only made me hotter,
from the cheerleading photos tacked casually around the edge of her mirror to the
frillypinkcanopybedwheresheslept.

“Ilikeyourroom,”Isaid.Myvoicewaslowandintense,butithadlosttherasp.Now,it
wasfullofintensity.Theshockhadcompletelywornoff,andIwasintotalcontrolof
thisencounternow.

“Ihopedyouwould,”shesaid,hervoiceashylittlewhisper.Shetiltedherheaddown
and looked up at me through long lashes. Her cheeks colored a little, and my cock
stiffened.

“Ilikeyouroutfit,too,”Icontinued.

“Really?” There was genuine hopefulness in her voice, like my approval meant
somethingtoher.Fuck.Shewassexinesspersonified.

My entire body surged with unrestrained passion and snapped my thin thread of
controllikeatwig.“I’dlikeitmoreonthefloor.”

Herfull,lushlipsspreadintoadelightedsmileandherskintookonahappyglow.Her
eyessparkledwithdelight.

Damn,ifsheonlyknewhowmanytimesI’ddreamedabouthertightlittlebody.She
wasabouttofindout.

Herfingerstrembledassheunbuttonedtheblouseandshruggeditoff,lettingitfallto

thefloor.God,hershoulders,hercleavage,hertinywaist…shewastheperfectfantasy.

“Thebra,”Igrowled,myvoicelowandguttural,comingfromthemostanimalisticand
deepest parts of my stomach. “Take it off. Now.” Her cheeks colored again and she
drew in her breath sharply, but she bit her lip seductively and complied. God, yes. I
liked pushing her past her boundaries. What I liked even more were the little gasps,
eye-widening,andblushingthatletmeknowhowmuchitwasturningheron.

She unhooked her bra in the back and let it slip from her shoulders, down her arms,
past her fingertips, and to the ground. My eyes snapped immediately to her newly-
exposed breasts. They were so beautiful—the perfect size and shape, with the sharp
peaks of her nipples pointing slightly upward. So perky. Like they were standing at
attentionjustforme.Hell,maybetheywere.I’dlikethatevenbetter.

Everythinginmescreamedtoclosethedistancebetweenusandravagehertosatethe
primalneedroaringinme.Iwantedtotearoffallofherclothes,throwherdownon
thebed,anddrivemyselfinsideher…makehermine.Iwantedtopossesseveryinchof
her.ButIcontrolledmyself.FirstI’ddevourherwithmyeyes,thenwithmybody.

Even though I was sure she must’ve seen the spark of animal lust in my eyes — it
would’vebeenhardtomiss—Ididn'tgiveherevenahintwithmyvoicethatherbody
wasaffectingme.IkeptitevenandcommandingasIsaid,“Nowtheskirt.”

Herhandsmovedtounbuttonthetinypieceofclothcirclingherhips.Itwasalmosttoo
short to even be called a skirt. I felt like I could already see every inch of her long,
coltish legs. When she let it fall to the floor, though, I saw I was wrong. She had not
only revealed sweet, modest little white panties—which were hotter on her than any
so-called“sexy”lingeriecouldeverbe—butshealsouncoveredatleastanotherinchof
creamy thighs. I involuntarily breathed, “Fuck,” when I saw them. All I could think
aboutwashowsilkytheyweregoingtofeelundermytongueasIlickedmywayupto
hertightlittlepussy.

Istoodupstraightandgotmyselfbackunderironcontrol.Hershakingfingersstarted
topushtheelasticbandofthoselittlepantiesdown,butIstoppedherwithaflickofmy
hand.“No,”Isaidfirmly,“I’llbetakingthoseoffofyou.Justslidedownyoursocks.”

She bit her bottom lip as she moaned and closed her eyes at my words. Her nipples
grewredderandfirmer.Ismiledjustalittle.Shelikedbeingtoldwhattodo.Good.She
wasagoodgirl.Iwouldteachhertobeevenbetter.Thiswasgoingtobefun.

I

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t felt almost too good to be true—like it was one of the many fantasies I had
indulged in starring Mr. Sheffield and not real life. I wanted to keep it going as

longaspossible;whetheritwasafantasyorreallifemadenodifference.

I lifted my right leg and placed my foot on the edge of the bed, then slowly slid my
socksdownmylegs,mymovementsslowanddeliberate,givinghimplentyoftimeto
enjoyeachnewsuppleinchoffleshthatwasrevealed.Thepredatorylookinhiseyes
feltlikeaphysicaltouch.

Afterbothofthesockswerelyingonthefloor,Ihadfulfilledhisorderentirely.Iwas
naked except for the little white schoolgirl panties that I’d purposely chosen as I
fantasized about him taking them off. Unlike the disastrous dinner, today everything
wasgoingentirelytoplan.

TheonlythingIhadn'tpredictedwashowdominanthewouldbe,howauthoritative,
andthatwasanextremelypleasantsurprise.Hewasnoboringcollegekid—nervous,
fumbling around. Or worse — a douchebag frat boy, pawing me and caring nothing
about what turned me on. No, Mister Sheffield was a real man. He knew about
seduction.Hewasconstantlywatchingmyface,examiningmyreactionstoseewhatI
foundsexy.Heknewwhathewasdoing.

Sure, I'd had to take a little initiative to get it started. That made sense, though. He
thought of me as just the girl next door, so it wasn’t surprising that he’d had some
inhibitions about starting something up with me. I'd had to get a little creative to
overcomethem,but,clearlynowthatwewereinit,hewasready,willing,and—this
wasthemostimportantpart—abletotakefullcontrol.

As I stood in front of him, completely exposed to his hungry eyes—which were
roamingovermewiththenakedintensitythatsentawaveofheatswimmingovermy
skin—Ifeltvulnerableinawaythatwasentirelynewtome.Inotherencounters,even
myfirsttime,IalwaysfeltlikeIhadtheupperhand.Ihadsomethingtheotherperson
wanted,soIwastheoneincontrol.

WithMisterSheffield,ImostcertainlydidnotfeellikeIhadtheupperhand.Hewasin
chargehere,thatmuchwasclear.Andyet,eventhoughthedynamicwascompletely

different,onethingwasentirelythesame.Hewantedme.Icouldseeitinhiseyes,in
thewayhismusclescoiled,likealionreadytospring.Hewantedme.Badly.AndI’d
neverfeltmorebeautifulthanIdidunderhislustfulgaze.

He walked over to stand so close to me that I could feel the heat radiating off of his
body. I tilted my head upward, expecting him to kiss me, but that wasn't what
happened.Heranhishandsdownmyarmsandthenbackupmysides.Downovermy
hips,upovermyback...Allovermybody,upanddown,coveringprettymuchevery
inch.

Except for the two places I wanted him to touch — my nipples and my pussy. He
steeredclearofthose,buteverysingleotherplaceonmybodyfeltthefirmtouchofhis
fingers.

Icouldn'thelpfeelingthatthiswassomesortofinspection.Thathewasexaminingmy
bodytoseeifitmetsomeundefinedstandard.Thegoodthingformewas,Icouldtell
bythelookinhiseyesashetouchedmyfleshforthefirsttimethat,whateverthetest
was,Iwaspassingitwithflyingcolors.

HestoodstraightandagainItiltedmyfaceuptowardhis,stillexpectingthatkiss.Itstill
didn'tcome.

“Openyourlegs,”hecommandedroughly.

Ididasheinstructedandherewardedmebyslidingonehanddownmybelly,hispalm
flat against my skin. There was a difference from before, though, and it was an
importantone.Ratherthanstoppingandslidinghistouchovermyhips,hecontinued
straightdown,slippinghisfingersinsidemypantiesandcurvingthemaroundsothey
caressedmyhot,wetfolds.

Hemovedthemupanddownonmyslit,caressingmesoftlyandtenderly,allthewhile
looking directly into my eyes. "You're so wet and ready for me," he rasped. "Aren’t
you?"

"Yes.”Ibreathed.

Hesmiledasmallmysterioussmile.Itdidn'tgivemeanyclueastowhatwasgoingon
in his mind, but it did let me know he liked what was happening between us. "Good
girl,"hesaidflatly.

Throughouttheexchange,heneverbroketherhythmofhisfingersinsidemypanties.
Hemovedthemupanddown,brushingmyclitwitheachstroke,andeveryonceina
while,slippedtheminsideme,applyingpressureinsidemytightcunt.

Electric waves washed over me in rhythm with his fingers. My knees weakened, my
headspun.Iwantedmorethananythingtoreachupandgrabontohisstrongarmsfor
support,butIsensedthatwouldbreakthespell.Whathewantedmetodo—whatI
wassupposedtodo—wasstandstillandlethimcaressthemostintimatepartofmy
body. To do nothing but look into his eyes as he did so. To let him know that I was

givingmyselftohim,totallyandcompletely.

He never told me it was what was expected, but somehow, it was as clear as if I had
beengivenwritteninstructions,andIwasmorethanhappytocomply.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take the exquisite torture one moment longer without
eitherfaintingorexploding,heabruptlypulledhisfingersaway,slidonearmbehind
mybackandonearmunderthecrookofmykneeandsweptmeupoffofmyfeet—
literallythistime,notmetaphoricallylikehe'dbeendoinginmymindformonthsnow.

He carried me to the bed and lay me down on top of the pink duvet. He trailed his
fingertipsdownmybodyslowly,stillmaintainingeyecontact.Whentheyreachedthe
topofmypanties,hehookedthemintothefabricandsaidgruffly,"Nowit'stimetosee
thatsweetlittlepussyIjustfelt."

Then, rather than pulling them off slowly and seductively as I would've expected, he
yankedthemroughlyovermythighsandtossedthemcarelesslyintothecorner.

ItsentsuchapowerfuljoltofarousalthroughmethatIwhimpered.

Hewasasgoodashisword.Hepushedmykneesapartandstaredatmypussyasifit
wasthemostawe-inspiringandbeautifulthinghehadeverseen.Ihadspentalotof
timethisafternoongroomingittomakesureitwasintiptopcondition.AndIcouldtell
howwetIwas,glisteningandslick.Allinall?Ihadtopatmyselfontheback;Ididn't
blame him for being enamored with what I had going on between my legs. It wasn’t
tooshabby,ifIdidsaysomyself.

Lying completely bare, exposed in front of the only man that I’d ever had naughty
dreamsandthoughtsabout,theonlymanthatI’dpleasuredmyselfthinkingabout,was
almosttoomuchtobear,butsosatisfyinginitsownright.Itwasthesweetesttorture.

Finally,heleaneddownandpressedhislipstomyinnerthigh,kissinghiswayupfrom
my knee onward, going so slowly it drove me wild with need. Then, when he was
withinjustafewmillimetersofwhereIwantedhimtoplantthosekisses,heraisedhis
head up and started again from the other knee, kissing his way down my opposite
innerthigh.

Thistimewhenhegotclose,Ibegged,"Please,pleasejustkissme.Lickme.Please."

He looked up and met my eyes, smirking. "I've felt that sweet little pussy, and I will
tasteit.Butyouhavetobeagoodgirlandwait."

Awaveofimpatienceroaredupinme.IfIwantedsomethingIaskedforit.Iworked
forit.Imadeithappen.ThefactthatIwaslyingonmybedwithmylegsspreadopen
and Drew Sheffield’s mouth inches away from my pussy was proof of that. But, he
wanted me to do this on his terms. Not to rush to get what I wanted. As much as I
wantedtorebelagainsthim,therewasapartofmethatlovedthathewasincharge.
Thathewascallingtheshots.Itmademeevenwetterknowingthathewouldonlyput
hismouthonmewhenhewasready.

MyhandsfistedinthecomforterasIdroppedmyheadbackonthemattressandclosed
myeyes,forcingmyselftogiveovercompletecontrolbecauseIhadafeelingwhatwas
ontheothersideofmycompliancewouldbepleasurethatI’dneverknown.

“Lookatme,”hiswordsweredrippingwithintensity.

Iopenedmyeyesonceagaintofindhismouthhoveringjustabovemyneediestpart.I
couldfeelhisbreathagainstmyintimate,wetfleshandmypussyclenched.

Asmallsmileappearedonhislipsbeforehesaid,“Goodgirl.”

With that, he covered my entire mound with his hot, insistent mouth. He moved his
tongueupanddownmyslit,repeatingthesamepathhisfingershadtraveledearlier
andinspiringthesamesweettorture.Everytimethetipofhistonguemovedupward
andbrushedmyclit,Ifeltsoclosetocoming.Iwasrightontheedge.

Also,asidefromtheincrediblesensationshistonguewassendingthroughmypussy,I
lovedwatchinghisheadmovebetweenmylegs.SomanynightsIhadlaininthisvery
bed and dreamed about his mouth on me, his head right there, moving in this exact
way.NowthatIwasactuallywatchingit,actuallyfeelingit…Itwassomuchfucking
sexierthanIhadevermanagedtoconjureupinmyfantasies.

His tongue made one final trip up my slit and brushed my clit, and my muscles
clenched—theclosestI’dcomeyettoexplodingwithanorgasm.Rightthen,though,he
removedhismouthfrommymoundandstartedkissingupmybelly,pausingwhenhe
gottomytitssothathecouldlickandsuckalittleoneachofmynipples.

Aswonderfulasthatfelt,itwasnothingcomparedtowhatIhadjustbeenontheedge
of when he was licking my clit. I groaned in frustration. "Why did you stop? I was
gonnacome.Whydidn'tyouletmecome?"

Hestoppedsuckingonmynipplesandlookedupatme,adevilishgrinpaintedallover
his face. "For the same reason I wouldn’t let you with my fingers," he stated firmly.
"BecausethefirsttimeImakeyoucome,baby,it'sgonnabewithmycock."

Icouldn'targuewiththatlogic,soIshutmymouthanddecidedtojustlethimrunthe
show entirely. The minute his sweet mouth went back to work on my hard nipple, I
knewthatwastherightdecision.

He stood and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He opened it up, took out a
condom, and threw the wrapper down on the bed. His wallet was back in his pocket
beforehestartedundressing.Ilaythereandwatchedhim,thinking,ohmyGod,thisis
really going to happen. He is really going to be inside me in just a few minutes. I can't
believethisisreallife!

Evenafteralltheamazingthingshehadjustdonetomybodywithhismouthandhis
fingers,Ifoundthethoughtthathewasabouttofuckmestillhadthepowertomake
mewetter.Whenhewascompletelyundressed,hestoodforamomentinfrontofthe
bedwithoutmoving.Nowitwasmyturntodrinkhiminwithmyeyes.

Hewasaperfectspecimen—chiseledmuscles,sixpackabs,andaharddickthatwas
bigenoughandthickenoughthatIdidworryalittlebitabouthowitwasgoingtofeel
asitslidinsideofme.

Idecidedtoforgotheanxiousnessandjustadmireit,though.Itwas,byfar,themost
magnificentpenisIhadeverseen,andIwasjustgoingtobegratefulthatIwaslucky
enoughtopartakeofit.

Hereacheddownandgrabbedthecondomoffofthebedwherehetossedit,torethe
wrapper with his teeth and then expertly rolled it over his rock-hard erection. He
climbedontothebedandpositionedhimselfoverme.IhadthestrangestsensationasI
slidmyarmsaroundhisneckandmylegsaroundhiswaistwhilehetookholdofhis
cock and put just the head inside of me. It was the feeling of being completely
penetratedbyhim,andnotjustphysically.

Whenhe'dclimbedontopofme,myarmsopeneduptohim,ashadmylegsandmy
pussy,andIfeltlikeitextendedtomysoul.Nowthathewasabouttothrustintome,
my arms and my legs — and my cunt— were going to squeeze tightly around him,
holdinghim,givinghimpleasure,acceptinghimintomeandkeepinghimthere.

Afterhe’dplacedtheheadofhiscockalittlewayintomyentrance,helookedupand
metmyeyes."Isthiswhatyouwant?"heaskedseriously.

Inodded,breathless.Icouldn’tevenspeak.ButifIthoughtIwasspeechlessthen,Iwas
completelyunpreparedforthewaythatIwasdrivenentirelyoutofmymindbythe
sensationofhisthickmemberthrustingpowerfullyintomycunt.

I needn't have worried about any pain. It felt tight, like pressure. I definitely felt my
walls being stretched out as he moved inside of me. But it didn't hurt at all — it felt
amazing.

He drew out of me and then pushed back in, out and then in again, out and then in.
Overandover.Slowlyatfirst,butveryquicklyfindingarhythmandbuildingupspeed.
Before I knew it, he was thrusting into me again and again, so hard that the only apt
descriptionwouldbe"pounding."

God,I'dneverfeltanythingasperfect—asintenseandamazing—asDrewSheffield
fuckingtheshitoutofme.Ifeltlikemyentirelifehadbeenleadinguptothismoment.
Anniehadbeenright.Ineverywaythatcounted,IhadbeenavirginuntilDrew'scock
wasinsideofme.Thiswasthefirsttimethatcounted,byeveryconceivablemeasure.

Drew'sstrokesgrewinfervorandintensity,andIfeltmyorgasmbuildingup,gaining
speed in a way I was completely unprepared for. It was like it was more than just a
feelingorasensationhappeninginsidemybelly.Itwaslikeanentityapartfromme
anduntoitself.

As soon as I felt Drew start to come, I crested the peak myself. Everything exploded.
Sensationssweptthrougheverycellofmybodythatwould,Ihadtobelieve,surpass
any drug high, and they continued for longer than I would've thought possible to

sustain.Lightsdancedinfrontofmyeyesandeverymuscleinmybodyfeltlikeithad
beenturnedtoflowinglava.

When I finally came back to earth, Drew had rolled over on his back and pulled me
withhim,thatwasthebestpartofall.Isnuggledintohischestashestrokedmyhair,
kissedmyforehead,whisperedsweetthingstome.Idon'tknowifitwasthepowerof
theorgasmthatstoleeverybitofenergyfrommybody,orthefactthatIhadbarely
slept a wink since I’d been home. Or, maybe the fact that, in Drew's arms, I felt
completepeaceandsafety.Butwhateverthereason,beforeIcouldevensayoneword,
IdriftedofftosleepwhileDrewheldme.

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kay,bitch.You’vebeenmopingfordaysnow.I’moverit.Enough.Spillorcheer
up.Thoseareyouronlytwooptions.”

Ihadtosmile.Madisonwasthepresidentofmysororitychapter,andshewasn’toneto
pullanypunches.

“Seriously,Dakota.Igetbeingintrospective,butyou’restartingtoscareme.Toscare
us.You’vebarelysaidtwowordsthisentireweek!”

That comment came from Mariana. She was also in my sorority, but she didn’t even
seemlikeacollegekid.Shewassowise,andwasalwaysthinkingaboutothers.Infact,
we referred to her as our “house mom” for her habit of constantly taking care of
everyoneelse.

“Thanksforbeingconcerned,guys,"Isaid.Flashingahalf-smileatMadison,Iaddeda
touchofsnark.“Whetherthatconcernwasformeorforyourself.”

Madison shrugged, her good-natured smirk matching mine. She wasn’t one to take a
littleshadepersonally.“I’mconcernedaboutyourwellbeing,too,”shesaid.“Butyou’re
activelykillingmybuzz,andIwon’tpretendthat’snotaproblem.”

I grinned fully now. I was walking back from class with Dakota, Mariana, and Annie.
We all had morning classes this semester; grabbing a light lunch together and then
walkingasagroupbacktooursororityhousehadbecomeabitofatradition.Today,
though?I’dhavetodescribeitasmoreofanintervention.

Iwasn’twhatyoumightcalleagertodissectthesituationwithDrew,butIfiguredthat
thequickestwaytogetoutofthesituationwastosimplylayitoutforthegirls.Iknew
themwellenoughtoknowtheyweren’tgoingtodropit.Partofthat,ofcourse,wasout
ofconcernforme.Butmostofitwasanytimeyougetthreeorfourgirlstogetherand
theygetawhiffofagoodstory,itwason.Theyweregoingtobeafterthisthinglikea
dogwithabone.

“Well,there’sthisguy.Helivesnextdoortomeathome—”Ibegan.

“Mr.Bean,”theyallchorused.Hmmm.AnnieandIweregoingtohaveatalklater.That

washappening.

“Well,Idon’tcallhimthat.But,yes,”Ianswered,shootingheradarklook.Shekepta
steadfastlyinnocentexpressiononherface.Traitor.

“So,didyouhookuplastweekend?”Marianaasked,hervoiceeagerand—Ithought—a
touchenvious.

“Yeah.Wedid.”

“Youdid?!Howwasit?”ThiswasfromMadison—unsurprisingthatshewouldbethe
onetogetstraighttothepoint.

“It was…well, amazing, actually. Earth-shattering. Soul-wrecking. All those great
phrasesIthoughtweretotallytriteupuntillastweekend.”

“So,youdidit.Yougotsoul-fucked.You’renotavirginanymore,”Anniestatedmatter-
of-factly.

Atthat,Ihadtolaugh.“Thevastmajorityofpeoplewouldnothaveconsideredmeone
for a while. But, yes. You’re right. By Annie's Rules Governing the Technical State of
Virginity™,Ijustlostitlastweekend.”

“So,howdoyoufeelnow?”

“I’m…notsure.”

Mariana put her hand on my shoulder. When she spoke, her voice was sympathetic.
“That'swhyyou’vebeensoquiet…soinsideyourhead.You'vebeentryingtofigureout
howyoufeelabouthim.”

“Oh,no.I'mabsolutelycertainhowIfeelabouthim.It'sthewholehowhefeelsabout
mepartofitthatI’malittleunclearon.”

“Whatdidhesay?”Madisonasked.

“Nothing.”

“Whatcouldyouinferbasedonhisactions?”Anniesaid.

“Nothing.”

Marianapipedup.“Whatwasthevibelikebetweenyouafteryoudidit?”

“Nothing.”

Madisonjumpedin,takingherturnattheround-robinconversation.“Look,Igetthat
you’rebeingcleverorwhatever,butit’sjustannoying.Whatexactlyhappened?”

“Wedidit.Anditwasawesome.AndIfellasleepafter.WhenIwokeup,hewasgone.
No note, no nothing. I thought about calling him, but that seemed humiliating. I just
couldn’tfaceit.SoIjustpulledonsweats,grabbedmypurse,andhoppedinthecar.I
didn’tevenstoptothrowmyclothesinabag.Idrovestraightbackhere.”

“Andyouhaven’theardfromhimallweek?”

“Nope.”

“Notacall,notatext?”

“Thatwouldbeencompassedwithinthe‘nope.’”

“Sorry,”Marianacommiserated,andhervoicereallydidsoundalmostasmiserableasI
felt.

“Metoo,”Iagreed.

Wefollowedthetree-linedpaththatledbetweentheGreekhousesinsilencetherestof
theway.Therewasnosoundexceptthecrunchofthecolorfulleavesunderourfeetas
wewalked.Whenweturnedthelastcornerandthefrontofourhousecameintoview,
Madisonexclaimed,“Holy.Shit.Whoisthathotguysittingonourfrontsteps?”

Atthesametime,Marianasaid,“Oh.My.God.”

AndAnnie—everthestatistician—said,“Aperfectphysicalspecimen.Igivehimaten.I
wonderwhoheis.”

Shocksilencedmeforabeat,butthenIsmiledandfoundmyvoice.“Well,girls,”Isaid
asunbiddentearsstartedtofillmyeyes.“MeetMr.Bean.”

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ey,stranger.”

I’dknowthatsexyvoiceanywhere—sweetwithjustahintofsassinessthrowninfor
spice.Ilookedupintothatimpossiblygorgeousfaceandsmiled.“Hey.”

Sheraisedaneyebrowassheshruggedhermessengerbaghigheruponhershoulder
andgavemyshinaplayfulnudgewithherfoot.“Longtimenosee.Ortalk.Ortext.”

That pulled a rueful chuckle from me. Yeah. I was an asshole. I’d hoped that maybe,
somehow,somewayshehadn’tnoticed.ButIshouldhaveknownshewastoosavvy
forthat.“Yeah.Sorry‘boutthat.Itwasadickmove.”

Shesmiled,anddamn,herlipslookedsoftandinviting.“You’llgetnoargumentfrom
meonthatone,Mr.Sheffield.”

Motherfucker,wasshetryingtogetmearrested?BecauseIwasprettysurethegiant
bonerthatwasintheprocessofdevelopingatherwordswasn’tsomethingthatwould
fallunderthecategoryofdecentexposure.

“Istheresomewherewecantalk?”

Shenodded.“Wecangotomyroom.Wewon'tbeinterrupted.”

“Youdon'thavearoommate?”

Thatgotasmirk.“Ido.IwaswithherwhenIspottedyou.Sheagreedtomakeherself
scarce.”

Igrinned.“Isthatbecauseyouplantofuckmeorplantoyellatme?”

Shethrewherheadbackandlaughed,anditwasjustaboutthemostbeautifulthingI'd
everheard.“Whosaysitcan’tbealittleofboth?”

Ithinkthesparkleinhereyesassheteasedmewasevenhotterthanherbody,ifthat
was possible. She climbed the short set of porch stairs I was sitting on and took my
handasIrosetofollowher.

Sheletgotodiginherbagforherkey,unlockedherdoor,andsteppedintotheroom.I

followedherinandlookedaroundtheroom,soakinginthedetails.Thiswaswhereshe
lived—whereshestudied,slept,ate,watchedmovies,hungoutwithherroommate.

Mybrainstartedconjuringuphotterimagesofherhere—walkingintotheroomwith
wethairdrippingdownherback,wrappedonlyinatinywhitetowel.Standinginfront
of her closet as she stripped off her t-shirt and jeans to decide what to wear for an
evening out. My breath started to come faster as the pictures scrolled through my
mind.

Theroomitselfwasunintentionallysexy—theepitomeofagirls’collegedormroom,
withmovieandmusicpostersonthewallandclothesandbooksstrewneverywhere.
Damn.Itcouldn’thavebeenmoredifferentthanherpink,frillybedroomathome,and
yettheywerebothequallysexyandfantasy-inducingintheirownway.

God,itwaslikethisincrediblyhotgirllivedinonepornsetathomeandanotheroneat
school,andsheprobablywasn’tevenawareofit.

As my eyes finished their short trip around the tiny room and landed on her, I was
shocked to see that one of the fantasy images that had just flashed in my mind was
actuallytakingplacerightinfrontofmyeyes.Intheshorttimewe’dbeenintheroom,
shehadtakenoffhershoesandtheoversizedsweatshirtshe’dbeenwearing.Iwatched
insilenceassheunbuckledherjeansandstrippedthemoff.Shetossedthemcarelessly
overthebackofherdeskchair.

Sheturnedtowardme,herhandsonherhips.Shehadonbrightgreenandpinkneon
panties,thekindthatrodelowonherhipsandwentalittlewaydownherthigh.They
werefuckingadorable.Ontop,sheworeastretchycottontanktopthatcutoffhalfway
down her torso. It was the same shade of neon green as the stripes in her panties.
Betweenthebottomofthetanktopandthetopofthepantieswasawideexpanseof
exposed skin. Her taut, flat belly was smooth and endless, with just a faint red
impressionwherethewaistbandofherjeanshadpressedagainstherskin.

Fuck. This was what she looked like on a normal day. Not the schoolgirl fantasy that
she’dconsciouslypreparedtoseducemelastweekend,buttheeverydayDakotaafter
shegotundressed.Again…fuck.Ofthetwo,thiswashotterbyagoddamnmile.Ifwhat
she’dwornlastweekendwasahousefire,thiswasanuclearfuckingexplosion.

Iclearedmythroat.“Ithoughtyouweregoingtoyellatme.”

Sheshrugged.“There’llbeenoughtimeforthatlater.Ithoughtmaybeyoucouldfuck
mefirst.”

Ilaughed.Herbluntnesstookmesurprise.Iwasstillgettingusedtothisversionofher
—thisconfident,sexualyoungwoman.NottheshyyoungthingI’dknownforyears.

“Ifthatworkswithyourschedule,Imean…”sheteased.

Iloweredmyvoiceandsteppedclosertoher,encirclinghersmallwaistwithmystrong
hands.“IthinkIcanfititin.”

Her eyes widened at the double entendre, and then she scrunched up her face in an
exaggerated expression, clearly going along with the joke. “I don’t know,” she said,
playinguptheconcerninhervoicewhilemakingithigherandbreathier.“It’spretty
big.Doyouthinkit’llfit,MisterSheffield?I’mgonnahavetobeprettywetfirst.”

Iyankedhertomeroughly,causinghereyestowidenforreal,anddugmyfingersinto
her skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know I meant business. Her
breathing sped up, and I could see the pulse in her neck start pounding wildly.
Goddamn,thisgirlloveditwhenItookcontrolandIlovedseeingherprimalresponse
toit.

I leaned down to her ear and growled, “Well, that shouldn’t be a problem, should it?
Becauseyou’regonnagetwetforme.You’regonnagetsoakingwet.Right?”

Shenoddedagainstmychest.

“Goodgirl,”Irasped.“Infact…Ithinkmaybe…”

Islidmyhandsdownintoherpanties,slidinginbetweenhersilkenfoldsanddrawinga
gaspfromher.Justasabruptly,Ipulledmyfingersoutandraisedthemtoherlips.

“Yep.That’swhatIthought,”Ibreathed.“You’realreadywetashell.”Islidmyfingers
into her mouth. “Taste yourself,” I commanded. “Taste how wet you are. Taste how
turnedonImakeyou.”

Shelickedmyfingersoffobediently,andIgroaned.MycockwasharderthanIcould
remember it ever being. “When did you get wet? Was it when you took off your
pants?”

Sheshookherhead.

“Beforethat?”

Shenoddedagainstme.Herbreathinghadturnedtoshallowpantsnow.

“Whenwecameintheroom?’

Sheshookherhead.

“Beforethat?”

Anothernod.

“When?Tellme.”

Shedrewinbreathtospeakandlookedupatme,butthenhercheeksreddenedprettily
andherhandsflewuptocoverherface.

“You’reembarrassed?”Iasked,lettingalittleteasingincredulitycolormyvoice.“This
isthesamegirlwhojustsuggestedIshouldfuckherinatoneofvoicesomeonemight
usetosaywhichmovietheywanttosee?Thatgirlisembarrassedtotellmewhenshe
gotwet?”

“Yes,”camethemuffledreply.

Oh God, this was the good part. This was when I was going to get to push her past a
boundary,widenherhorizons,andwatchherface—lookintohereyes—andseehow
muchthatturnedheron.Itwasfuckingmagic.

Ipulledherhandsgentlyfromherfacethentookherchinfirmlyinmyhandandtilted
upuntilIwaslookingrightintothosedeepchocolateeyes.“Tellme.”Imademyvoice
commandingandauthoritativeandthenreveledinthewayhermusclesquiveredand
meltedasarousalshotthroughthematmytone.“Tellmerightnow.WhendidImake
youwet?"

Inasmall,tremulousvoice,shereplied,“WhenIsawyou…sittingonthesteps.Ipretty
muchcreamedmyjeansinafractionofasecond.”

Ismiledandletgoofherchin,movingmyhanddowntocupherbreast.Shedeserved
atreat.“Good,”IwhisperedasIflickedhernipplethroughhertanktop.“That’sagood
girl.Iwantyoutogetwettheminuteyouseeme.Iwantyourbodytoreacttome.Just
likeminereactstoyou.”

“Doesit?”

Imovedherhanddowntomythrobbingcocktoproveit.Sheletoutasighandstarted
rubbingit,upanddown,throughmypants.Igroaned.Fuck,itwastorture.

“Turnaround,”Iordered.Againhereyeswidened.Shit.Wasshedoingthatonpurpose
justtogetmehot?Becauseitwasworking.

“Why?”hervoicewasbreathless.

“BecauseI’mgoingtofuckyou.Hard.”

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was absolutely breathless. When Drew took on that commanding tone, it didn't
justaffecthisvoice—itaffectedhisentirebody.Itrolledoffofhiminwaves.And

we had that in common. It affected my entire body, as well, turning me tingly and
makingmymusclesintotremblingjelly.

Ispunaroundashe’dsaidtodo,everynerve-endingalivewithanticipationofwhathis
next move would be. When would his next instruction come, and what would he be
orderingmetodo?

However,hisnextdirectivedidn'tcomeintheformofacommand.Rather,itcamein
theformofhisstrongpalmonthebackofmyshoulderspushingmedowntowardthe
bed. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. It was so fast — one moment I had been
standing upright and the next I was bent over the bed, my ass in the air, my cheek
pressedtotheroughcomforter.

He yanked my panties down roughly, but instead of pulling them all the way to my
anklessoIcouldstepoutofthem,heleftthemaroundmyupperthighs.Iheardthe
buckleofhisbelt,theshuffleofhispantsandboxershortsbeingpusheddown,andthe
condompacketripping.

AsItrackedtheprogressofhisownundressingbasedonthesoundsIwashearing,the
eroticism of it was increased tenfold because of the fact that the entire time he was
undressing,Iwasnakedfromthewaistdown,exposedtotheairandtohiseyes,my
wetpussyglisteningandexposed.Ifeltvulnerable,butalsostrangelypowerful.

MaybebecauseofthefactthatIcouldfeelhiseyessostronglyonthewetseamofmy
sex,IfullyexpectedthenextphysicalsensationofhimIfelttobeeitherhisfingersor
histonguecoveringandclaimingit.Butagain,hesubvertedmyexpectations.

God,thereweresomanygenuinelyandpowerfullysexythingsaboutDrewSheffield,
butifIhadtonarrowitdowntojustonething,itwouldhavetobehiscommanding
and authoritative air. When combined with his creativity, it pushed me to
unquestioninglydothingsthatIneverwould'vethoughtof.Thewayhekeptmeonmy
toesandcontinuallysurprisedme,pushedmepastwhereverIthoughtIwantedtogo,
mademesohot.Everytimehedid,Ifoundthatoutsidemycomfortzonewaswhere

realpleasurewas.

His strong fingers dug into my hips. This was not a soft caress. This was a claiming,
possessivegrip.Nothesitantintheleast.Decisive.

He drove into me, a powerful thrust, stretching me out with his thick cock. Fuck. He
didn’t pause to position himself. He didn’t hold still while inside me and get things
goingwithaslowrhythm.No.Hejustpoundedme.Anditwasfuckingamazing.

Andatthesametimethathewaspushinghisdickhardintometimeaftertime,hewas
jerkingmyhipsbacktowardhiminrhythmandthenpushingthemawayashethrust
out.

A thought flashed into my brain. You're like his human Fleshlight right now. He’s just
indiscriminatelyusingyourbodyforpleasure.

Thatthoughtdidn’tupsetme,though,likeitmighthaveoutofcontext.Inthemoment,
itwashotasfuck.Itmademyheadspinwitharousal.Ashedroveintomeagainand
again,itwasthemindlessanimalqualityofitthatIfoundmoreeroticthananything
else.

Andthatwasit.Ihadputmyfingeronit.Weweremoreanimalsthanhumaninthat
moment.Weweren'tmakinglove,weweren'tevenfucking—itwasmorelikerutting,
anditwasfan-fucking-tastic.

I heard his voice from behind and above me, strangled as if he could barely get the
wordsoutaroundthefistofarousalthegrippedhisvocalcords."God,Dakota,you'reso
tight.Fuck.Sotight.Thatsweetyoungpussy."

Mmmm, those words. They shot through me, making my skin sizzle, my nipples
harden,mycoretightenevenfurther.God,thisman.WasthatapartofwhatAnniehad
referredtoassoul-fucking?Thathiswordswereabletoturnmeonjustasmuch,ifnot
more, as his body was? That I was every bit as aroused by his brain as I was by his
magnificentcock?

One of his hands left its grip on my hip, leaving the other to do the job alone of
slammingmeagainsthimagainandagain.Hisfreehandtraveledupmybackoverthe
fabricofmytanktopandtangledinmyhair.

God, I had actually forgotten that I still had my tank top on. Somehow, being fucked
withmytanktopstillcoveringmedowntomywaist,myunderwearstillaroundmy
thighs,feltevendirtier,naughtierthanifIhadcompletelyundressed.Ifeltevenmore
exposedthanifIwascompletelynaked.Itspoketotheurgencythatwehadgoneinto
this encounter with. How badly he needed to be inside of me right then. The loss of
inhibition.

Then suddenly, his thrusts became even more powerful, something I wouldn’t have
thoughtwaspossible.Hishandaroundmyhipclampeddown,andhisfingersthatwere
wovenintomyhairtightenedintoafist,pullingmyheadbackabit.

Ihadreadaboutandheardaboutguyspullinggirls'hairduringsex,andIpicturedit
completely wrong — like some little bully yanking on a schoolgirl’s braids. I couldn't
imagine how that could possibly feel good. But this? Oh, God. This was magical.
Wonderful.Insanelyerotic.Oh,God…oh,God…ohhhh…God!

Icameapartthereonthebed,everynerve-endinginmybodyexploding,everymuscle
tensingandtrembling.Iballedthecomforterundermypalmsintofists.Idraggeditto
mymouthandshoveditinsidetomufflethescreamtearingfromme.

When the freight train of my orgasm had passed by, I glanced back up over my
shoulderathim.

"Did…didyoucome?"Ipanted.

Heshookhishead,asmallsmileonhisface.Myeyebrowsdrewtogether.Ididn'tsee
hownotcomingcouldbecauseforsmiling.

"Whynot?"Iasked.

Heleaneddownandspokesoftlyinthatcommandingtonethatneverfailedtomake
mewet,evenwhenIwasalreadydripping."BecauseI’mgoingtocomeonyoursweet,
perkytits."

Ohmy…YES!JustwhenIthoughthecouldn’tgethotter,he’doutdonehimselfagain.

“Takeoffyourtanktopandpantiesandlayonyourbackwithyourlegsspreadapart.”

Hedidn'thavetotellmetwice.Iscrambleduponthebed,slidmypantiestherestof
thewaydownmylegsandyankedmytanktopoff.Isettledbackonthepillowsandlet
mykneesfallopenasIwaitedwithbatedbreathatwhathewasgoingtodonext.

His eyes darkened as he pushed his pants and boxers off and stripped of his t-shirt,
tossedthecondomonthenightstandthenclimbedontothebedandkneltnexttome.
Mydormroomsinglewassosmallthattherewasbarelyenoughroomforthetwoof
us.

“Touchme.”

Myentirebodytrembledathisprovocativerequest.Ilifteduponmyelbow,angling
towardhimalittlebit.ItwastheclosestthatIhadeverseenhisbeautifuldick,andI
wasabouttodosomethingIhadbeendreamingofforsolong.

Liftingmyhand,Iranmypalmupanddownhisshaft.Igrippedhisdickinmyslender
fingersandbegantopumphimwithmyhand.

He inhaled sharply. “Good girl. Now keep stroking me and open your mouth, wrap
yourprettymoutharoundmycock,suckmeandlickme.”

HisinstructionswereapotentaphrodisiacandIshudderedwitharousalasIdidashe
directed.Islippedmylipsoverhisengorgedheadandswirledmytonguearoundwhile
continuingtomovemyhandupanddownhisshaft.

“Deeper,”hegrowledandIfeltmypussyclench.

Islidmymouthfurtheroverhim,engulfingasmuchofhimasIcould.Hiscockwasso
thick that it was actually difficult to wrap my lips all the way around it and still keep
themtightenoughtomaintainsuction.Ismiledalittletomyself.ThatwassomethingI
wassureIwouldgetbetteratwithpractice.

Imovedmyheadupanddown,lookingupintohiseyesasIdid.Hishandswereboth
tightlyfistedinmyhairnow,andIlovedthewaythatfelt,likeheownedtome,likehe
controlledeverymovement.

Suddenly,heletgoofmyhairandplantedbothhandsfirmlyonmyshoulders,shoving
mehardbackontothepillows.Hegrabbedhisowncockandrubbeditbriskly,bringing
tomindthatfirstnightthatI'dwatchedhimthroughthewindowashejerkedoff.

Heaimedhismagnificentdickrightatmytitsandshotsweet,warmcumalloverthem.
I couldn't take my eyes away from his abs as they convulsed with his orgasm, or his
face as it contorted, or his dick as it shot ropey white explosions onto me. It was the
hottestthingI'deverseen,anditwashappeningtome.

Iwaitedforhiseyestoopenandbeonmybodyagain,andthenIrubbedhiscuminto
mybreastslikelotion.

"God, you're so amazing," he breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair and set
backonhisheels."HowthefuckdidIgetsolucky?"

IlaughedasIjumpedup."Beingridiculouslyhotdoesn’thurt,"IteasedhimasIwalked
overtotheclosetandpulledoutmybathrobe.ButIknewitwasmorethanthat.Andit
scared me. I wasn’t just attracted to Drew. I felt things when I was with him. Real
things.ThingsthatI’dbeenmakingmyselfcrazythinkingaboutallweek.

Being with him like this was incredible, but it was also overwhelming. And scary. It
mademewantthingsthatIshouldn’t.ThingsIwastooyoungtobedreamingabout.
ButIwasn’treadyforhimtoleaveyet.Whichmeantweneededtogetoutofhere.

Islidmyarmsintothesleevesofmyrobeandwrappeditaroundmywaist.

Hisbrowdrewtogether."Whereareyougoing?"

"Well,"Isaid,"I’mstarvingandIhavenofood.Soyouaregoingtotakemeout."

"Okay.Icouldeat.”

Himnakedonmybedwastoomuchformetotake.Heshouldlookoutofplaceinmy
tinydormroom.Insteadhejustfeltlikehome.Ishookmyheadslightlyandturnedto
try and shake off the images that were starting to crowd my brain of fantasies of the
verydomesticnature.

Ihadn’tevenmadeittwostepsbeforehewasonhisfeetandhisarmswerewrapped
aroundmywaistashepulledmeroughlyagainsthim.Itriedtofighthowitfelttobein
hisarms.Howsafe.Howprotected.Howright.

Heleaneddownandhislipsbrushedagainstmyear.“Butwhereareyougoingright
now?"

Iletmyheadfallagainsthisbackandopenedthefoldsofmyrobeopentorevealmy
glisteningbreasts."Ikindaneedtogetcleanedupfirst."

“I’mverygoodatcleaningupdirtygirls,”hegrowledashepickedmeupandcrossed
theroomtothesmallbathroom.

AsmyarmsflewaroundhisneckIdecidedthatdinnerandspacecouldwait…

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tookthelastbiteofspaghettifrommyplateandthenleanedbackandsmiledat
Drew.Itfeltsooddandatthesametimeamazingbeingoutinpublicwithhim,

sitting at a table at a restaurant together. Like a real date. It was exactly what I’d
fantasizedaboutsinceforever,andnowthatitwashappening,itdidn’tfeelquitereal.It
feltlikeawispy,beautifuldreamIwasafraidtowakeupfrom.

“Wasitgood?”Drewasked.

Inodded.“Awesome.Yours?”

“Great.”

Inoddedagain.Likeanidiot.Whichwasaproblem.

This was another big part of the problem. We weren’t acting natural together; it was
awkward.Infact,thatexchangeaboutthequalityofourmealswasaboutascasualas
we’ve been able to achieve throughout the entire dinner. I didn't know what it was.
Maybejustthefactthatthiswasallsonew.Or—andIdidn’tevenwanttothinkabout
thispossibility—maybeitindicatedthatweweren’treallycompatibleinanyareaaside
from the bedroom. Dang. That was such a depressing thought; I didn’t even want to
entertain it…but here we were, with nothing to say to each other. It was hard to get
awayfromthat.

Then,Drewdidsomethingthatmadehimburrowintomyheartevenfurtherthanhe
hadbeenbefore.ItwasthesamethingthatIlovedwhenhedidduringsex,anditturns
outthatitwasjustashotoutofbedasitwasin.Hetookcontrol.

Heleanedforwardandtookmyhand,lookingsteadilyintomyeyessothatIknewhe
was really present in the conversation. He'd given what he was about to say a lot of
thought.

“So,let’saddresstheelephantintheroom.Or,atleastoneofthem,”hefinishedalittle
sardonically.

Alloftheairrushedoutofmylungsinarelievedsigh.Justlikethat,he'dbrokenthe
awkward tension between us and the comfortable vibe we’d shared before was back.

“Yes,please!Idon’tthinkIcantakeonemoresecondofthisexcruciatingpoliteness.”

Hesmiledandleanedback.“Thatmakestwoofus.So,I’llstart.Firstofall,Iwasareal
shit for leaving while you were sleeping. Seriously. That’s not like me. The situation
wasonethatI’veneverbeeninbutIshouldn’thavedonethat.”

Icouldn’thelpthethrillofhearingthathedidn’tgoaroundbangingallthegirlsinthe
neighborhood. Of course, I hadn’t thought that was his MO. But hearing it was nice,
nevertheless. Still, I didn’t think he should completely be off the hook “No, you
shouldn’thave.”

“Ifithelpsatall,Ididhavesecondthoughtsaboutitandwentbackthenextday.”

“I’dalreadyleftbythen.”

“Iknow.Yourmomansweredthedoor.”

Myjawdropped.“Shit.”

“Funny,thatwasexactlymyreaction,too.”Hegrinned.

“Didyoutellheranything?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Then his tone turned serious again. “There’s no excuse for my
actionsbutIatleastwanttoexplain.”Heloweredhisvoiceandleanedevencloserto
mesothattherewasnowayanyoneintherestaurantcouldhearwhathewassaying.
“Whenyoufellasleepinmyarms,afterwe’djusthadthebestsexofmylife,Ithinkthe
reality of the situation just hit me. I’d been fantasizing about you for months. And
when we were together, it was like a heightened version of that fantasy. It was
incredible, but also a little unreal. But then, holding you in my arms, watching you
sleep. So peaceful, so sweet…it just all came crashing down on me, and I needed to
breathe.

“So,IdidtheonlythingIknowtodo.Ididthethingthat’sbecomemyhabit,andmy
downfall,forsomanyyears.Ileft.Itriedtogobacktomycomfortzone.Idon’tknowif
youknowthis,butCeciliaandItriedtohavekids.Wetriedforyears.Afterherthird
miscarriage, I wanted to stop, but she didn’t. So instead of facing it with her I shut
down.Withmywife,ithadjustbeenemotional.Afterherlastmiscarriage,she’dhad
anaffair.Icaughtherandshebeggedmetostay.Shesaidshecouldn’tlivewithoutme.
I forgave her, at least on some level but it just drove me further away. I completely
checkedout.Shemighthavephysicallybeentheonetofinallyleave,butI’dbeengone
for years. I was empty and I was fine with it, because nothing could hurt me when I
wasempty.

“With you, I actually left, not just emotionally, but physically, to head back to my
comfortzone.TheplacethatIhadtotalcontrolovereverything.But,here’sthething…
it didn’t work. I still couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was different. You were
different.Youweren’tafantasythatkeptcomingbacktomymind.Youwereareality.
FromthemomentItouchedyou,youweremineandyouownedme.

“Every time the thought of us being together popped into my mind so much more
wouldcomefloodingin;yoursmile,youreyes,thewayyourhairsmellslikeasummer
rain,thewayyourcheeksflushwhenItouchyou.Andtherewerehundredsofother
moments, things that I couldn’t erase from my mind no matter how hard I tried. I
ached for you in those moments. It was more than mental, more than emotional. It
wasaphysicalcraving.

“IrealizedI’dfinallyfoundit—whatI’dbeenmissingforallthoseyears.Somethingthat
wasreal.Iknowthatyouareitforme.Ifoundtheonethingworthsteppingoutofmy
comfortzonefor.You.AndIknowthatthingsarecomplicated,butI’mwillingtofight
forus.Tofightforyou.Icanworkfromanywhere.I’vewantedtomoveforyears,but
somethingkeptmethere.IthinknowIknowitwasyou.Iwaslookingatapartments
aroundhere,and,well…wecanseeifthisisreal…Ifthat’swhatyouwant.”

Hestoppedforamoment,lookingsweetlyintomyeyes,togaugemyreaction.

And that reaction? Sheer. Fucking. Terror. This was real, it wasn’t just a school-girl
crushandhefeltit,too.He’djustopeneduptomeabouthislife,hismarriage,losinga
baby.Hetoldmethathewouldbewillingtomovetobeclosertome,thathewantedto
seeifthiswasrealanditwaseverythingIcoulddotostopmyselffromcrawlinginto
hislapandtellinghimthatIlovehim.Lovehim!Thiswassupposedtobeahotaffair.
I’d dressed up as a damn schoolgirl. I could not be in love. Panic rose in me and the
wallsfeltliketheywereclosinginonme.

Hemusthavebeenabletoseeitinmyface,becausehiscloudedover.“What’swrong,
Dakota?”

“Nothing.”EvenIdidn’tbelievethesoundofmytoo-brightvoiceasithitmyears.I’m
surehedidn’t.

“Justtalktome.What’swrong?”

What’swrong?Atthemoment,everything.SomehowinthespanofoneweekI’dfallen
inlove,that’swhatwaswrong!Ihadtogetoutofthere.Ididn’tknowwhy.Mybrain
wouldn’t work. All I knew was I couldn’t breathe. I stood up too quickly. My chair
squeakedasitslidbackwardforcefullyunderthepowerofmylegs.“I’vegottagotothe
bathroom,”Imumbled,rushingacrosstherestaurant’sdiningroominamaddashto
safety…orwhatfeltlikeit,atanyrate.

WhatthefuckamIdoing?

The answer to that was simple enough—running away from something great just
becauseitgotalittletoointenseandreal.

WhythefuckamIdoingthat?

Well,thatonewasalittletoughertoanswer.

IriskedaquickglancebackatDrew,sittingalonethereatthetablenow,watchingme
withabewilderedandsomewhatbereftlookonhisface.Ifeltapangofguilt,butdid

mybesttowashitawayasItoremygazeaway.Unfortunately,itwasalotharderto
washhisimagefrommymindthanmyeye-line.

I hustled into the lobby and crossed the small hallway where the bathrooms were
located.Atthelastsecond,though,asifmyfeethadamindoftheirown,Iveeredoff
courseandheadedstraightoutthedoor.Icouldn’tbelieveIwasdoingthat.Notwith
myconsciousmind,atanyrate.

I felt like I was floating above myself, observing from the outside rather than
consciously taking part in my actions. I watched myself walk through the swinging
doors, but I was powerless to stop it. I watched myself jog across the parking lot and
ontothesidewalk,butIdidn’tknowwhy.Iwatchedmyselfpulloutmyphoneanduse
an app to call a car, but there was nothing I could do to interfere. I watched myself
climbintothebackseatandburstintotearsasthecarpulledaway,anditwastheone
thingIhadseenmyselfdosincegettingupfromthetablethatactuallymadeanysense
tome.

“

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akota…Dakota…Dakota…DAKOTA!”

IheardAnnie’svoicefromacrosstheroom,butinsteadofanswering,Ijustpulledmy
comforteruparoundmychinandburrowedfurtherin.Idecidedlyingcompletelystill
andstaringatthewallwhilehopingshewouldjustgiveupandignoremewasamuch
morepleasantprospectthanforcingmyselftocomeoutofmycocoon—andoutofmy
funk—longenoughtohavearationalconversation.

Until she started yelling. Then I realized that playing possum was not going to be a
viablestrategy.

Irolledover,movingasslowlyanddeliberatelyaspossible,asifeverymovementhurt
and it was a gigantic effort just to make eye contact. Of course, while the majority of
thiswasmebeingatotalpassive-aggressivedramaqueen,therewasabitoftruthtoit.
Ifeltlikeshit.

“Okay,”Anniesaidinherthat’s-enough-I’m-taking-charge-nowvoice.“It’sone-o-clock
in the afternoon. This has gone on long enough. You’re getting out of bed and we’re
goingtobreakfast.I’mgonnacallMadsandMarianatomeetus.”

“Nooo…”Igroaned,farmorepatheticallythanIhadto.ItwasjustthatIkindofliked
wallowing.Therewasacertaincomforttoit.Itwasasif,eventhoughyouknowit’sbad
foryou,itstillfeelssogood.Likeicecreamandpotatochips.OrTheRealHousewivesof
Atlanta. You know it’s rotting you from the inside somehow, but the trip down feels
likesuchaniceride.

“Yes,”Annierepliedfirmly.Shedidn’tsharemytheoriesonwallowing.

IfiguredI’dofferacompromise.Thatway,she’dfeellikeatleastIwascooperatinga
little bit. I sighed. “Fine. Breakfast. But just us. I’m not up to the whole big group
conversationrightnow.Ican’thandleit.”

“Fine,”Annieagreedeasily,withahintofself-satisfaction.Sheloopedherarmthrough
mine and we walked out the door. “I never even planned on calling Madison or
Mariana.Thatwasmyovershoot,whichIknewyou’duseasleveragetofeellikeyou
weremakingadealforyourself.Ijustwantedtogetyououtofbed.”

Ihadtolaugh.Anniedidknowme.Verywell.Itfeltgoodtohaveafriendwhowasthat
familiar with the inner workings of my brain, if a little spooky. After we had settled
ourselvesintoaboothatourfavoritedive-diner—purveyoroffinegrease-ladenfare,a
provencureforeverythingfromahangovertoheartbreak—Anniesaid,“Allright.So
whathappenedlastnight?Washeanasshole,orwereyou?”

Again,Ihadtolaugh,thistimeatherpurebluntness.Alsoatthefactthat,tomylogic-
and statistics-obsessed roomie, everything in the world was binary. Zeroes and ones.
Thisorthat.Blackorwhite.Thewayshesawit,ifIwasupset,someonehadbeenan
asshole.Himorme.Thatwayoflookingatthingswasn’talwaysrighton.Butthistime?
Nail,meethead.Nowhittheshitoutofit.

“Itwasme.”

“Whatdidyoudo?”

I barked out a laugh, still finding it difficult to believe I’d actually done something so
veryoutofcharacter.“Hestarteddescribingallthisintensestuffabouthowherealized
his feelings for me were real, he opened up about his marriage and what had gone
wrong, he said that I was worth fighting for, and I was the first thing in a long time
worthgettingoutofhiscomfortzonefor,andIjust…bounced.”

“Youmean,like,inyourchair?Fromexcitement?”

“No.ImeanIactually,physicallylefttheestablishment.”

“Wow.Thatmust'vebeenanawkwardconversation.‘Oh,I,uh,feelweirdaboutallthe
shityoujusttoldme.Canyoudrivemehomenowwhilewedon'tcontinuetodiscuss
it?'Sohowdidhetakethat?”

“Thatwouldhavebeenaveryawkwardconversation.Ifithadhappened...”

“What?Ifwhathappened?Yousaidyouleft.Nooffense,Dakota,butyouaremakingit
reallydifficulttofollowthechainofeventshere.What.Exactly.Happened?”

“Exactly?”

“Preferably,yes.”

“Well, the exact chain of events were as follows—I told him I had to go to the
bathroom, jumped up so fast I pretty much knocked my chair over, ran across the
diningroomandintothelobbylikeIwasbeingchasedbyarabiddog,andwhenIwas
almosttothehallwaythatledtothebathroom,Imadeaspurofthemomentdetour
andheadedoutthedoor.ThenIcalledanUberandwenthome.Exactly.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Youwereanasshole!”

“Geethanks.Ireallyappreciatethesupport.”

Annie reached across the table and squeezed my hand, her features softening a bit.
“Sorry.I’mjustmessingwithyou.Well,youknow.Mostly.Whydidyoufeeltheneed
todothat?Whatlit thatfireunderyour assthathadyourunning awayinapanic? I
mean,ifI’mreadingallthesignsright,youareheadoverheelsinlovewiththisguy,so
whydidyoughostonhim?”

Ishookmyhead.“IfIknewthat,Iprobablywouldn’thavedoneit.”

“Well,thinkaboutit.Whatexactlywasitaboutthethingshewassayingthatfreakyou
out?Whatdoesitremindyouof,orwhatfeelingsmadeyouwanttorun?”

Isatquietlyforamoment,mullingthatoverinmybrain.Ileanedbackinthebooth
and closed my eyes, trying to remember not just his words, but the mental pictures
theyconjuredup.Itbecamecleartomeprettyquicklywhattheissuewas.“Itwasjust
too much, too fast. It was just the speed at which I felt things moving ahead. It went
fromholyshit,howawesomethatI’mhavingamind-blowingsexflingwithMisterBean,
MagicalSexGodtoholyshit,helooksatmeandseesawhitedressandapicketfence.I
panicked.”

Annie nodded. “Makes sense. Not to me, necessarily. I can only imagine that, if
someonewholookslikehesteppedrightoutofthepagesofamagazineandwasinthe
habitofgivingmeridiculouslyamazingorgasmstoldmehesawmeasaforeverkinda
girl,thenrunningoutoftheroomwouldn’thavebeenmyfirstreaction…but,IguessI
canunderstandit.”

MyeyeswidenedastherealizationofwhatIhadactuallydonewashedoverme.“Holy
crap,Annie.WhatdidIdo?”

Sheshookherheadwithasympatheticlookonherface.“That’snotwhatyoushould
beaskingyourself.”

Ileanedforward,desperateforanyadvicethatmightputmeonthepathbacktoDrew.
“WhatshouldIbeaskingmyself?”

“Honestly?”Herbrowsraised.

“Preferably,yes!”Irepeatedwhatshe’dtoldme.

“Howyoucanundoit.”

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andsshaking,IknockedonDrew’shotelroomdoor.He’dtoldmewherehewas
staying during the awkward portion of our dinner last night and that he was

goingtobeherefor“afewdays.”Itwouldservemerightifhewasgone.I’dlefthim
sitting in the middle of the flipping restaurant. Even if he was here, he was probably
furiouswithme.Whatifhehatedme?Whatifheneverwantedtospeaktomeagain?

Before my thoughts could go spinning too far into craziness, the door opened. There
stoodDrew,inallhishandsome,sexgodglory.Hetookmybreathaway,justlikehe
did every time I saw him. His intense eyes, strong jaw with the sexy perpetual five-
o’clock shadow, broad shoulders, strong abs… damn, how had I ever have left him
sittinginarestaurant?HowcouldIbescaredoffallinginlovewithhim?HowcouldI
bescaredofthingsmovingtoofast?

Ofcourse,dependingonhowpissedhewas,thatmaynotbeaproblemanymore.

Iopenedmymouthtosaysomething,butnothingcameout.

Drew,yetagain,savedmebydoingwhathedidbest—takingcontrol.Hesmirked,but
notinameanway.Itwasfriendly,andhiseyessparkledwithmischief—likehewasn’t
making fun of me. We were in on the joke together. He leaned his shoulder casually
againstthedoorjamb.“Hey,stranger,”heteased,echoingmywordstohimonthesteps
ofmysororityhousethedaybefore.

Ilaughed,lookingdownatthegroundandthenbackupathim.Ismiledwidely.Itwas
out of my control, and I didn’t think I could’ve stopped even if I’d wanted to. “Long
timenosee,”Irepliedsoftly.

Hegrinnedandwrappedhisarmsaroundme,pullingmeflushagainsthim.“Ilovethe
soundofyourlaugh,Dakota,”hebreathedagainstmyneck.

Far too soon he let his arms drop and we walked inside the room, and he gave me a
bottleofwaterfromhismini-fridge.Itookitgratefullyanddrankalonggulp.Inoticed
howhungrilyDreweyedmylipsaroundthemouthanditcausedaflutterlowinmy
belly.God,Ihadavisceralreactiontothismanthatvergedonprimal.

Itookaseatinthearmchairthatsatacrossfromthebed,pullingmykneesuptomy

chinandrestingmyfeetontheedgeofthechair’sseat.Iwrappedmyarmsaroundmy
bentlegsandheldthemthere.Iwas,Irealized,quiteliterallyholdingmyselfbackfrom
jumpinghisbones.Iknewwithoutconstantvigilance,Iwouldbeacrosstheroomand
tearing his clothes off in an instant. But that wasn’t how problems got solved. If we
were going to have a real relationship—and I realized now I wanted that more than
anything—thenweneedtohaveaconversationthatconsistedofmorethanjusttelling
eachotherhowwewantedtobetouched.

“I’m sorry I left last night. That wasn’t fair to you,” I said, hoping my tone would
conveyjusthowsorryIreallywas.Thethoughtofhimsittingthere,waitingformeto
comebackfromthebathroom,wonderingifIeverwould…God,itjustmademesickto
mystomach.

“Iguessnowwe’reeven,”herepliedlightly.

Myshouldersrelaxed.Mywholebody,really.Icouldfeelthetensiondrainingoutof
largegroupsofmusclesallupanddownmybody.Hewasn’tpissedoffatme.Icouldn’t
believeit.I’dbeensoscared.

“Ireallyamsorry,though.Itwasashittythingtodo.”

“Really,Dakota.Don'tworryaboutit.Iunderstand,anditwasmyfault.Ilaiditallon
youwithnowarning.I'dhadalmostawholeweektomullitover.Thetruthwas,when
everythingIwasfeelingfirstoccurredtome,myreactionwasthesameasyours—to
run.Idon’tblameyouonebit.”

Ismiledathim,agenuinesmileofreliefandhappiness.Idroppedmyfeettothefloor
and leaned back in the chair, finally able to fully relax. “You don't know how happy
thatmakesme.Iwassoscaredyouwould’vechangedyourmind.”

Heshookhishead.“Itwouldtakealotmorethanthattomakemechangemymind
aboutyou,Dakota.LikeIsaid,you’reitforme.Aslongasyouwantmearound,I’llbe
here.”

I felt a blush rise up my neck and heat my cheeks. It was one of my worst habits,
somethingI’vealwayshatedaboutmyselfandwishedIcouldchange.However,when
he saw me blush, I saw an animal hunger in his eyes that made my core tighten. It
mademewanttostripoffallmyclothesandthenstripoffallofhis—totearhimapart
likeawildanimal.AssexyasDrewwaseveryminuteofeveryday,nothingcompared
tohowsexyhewaswhenhelookedatmewiththathunger.

“I want you around. In fact…” I paused, embarrassed at what I was about to say, but
stillfeelingtheirresistibleurgetogoon.“I’vewantedyouaroundforalongtime.I've
kindof…alwayshadacrushonyou.”

Hiseyeswidened.“Really?”

Inodded,lookingdown.Icouldn’tevenlookhiminthefaceasIsaidthis.“Youknow,
mybedroomwindowlooksrightdownintoyourbackyard.EverytimeIwouldsitat

my desk, I would make a point to see if I could spot you back there. Sometimes I’d
spendhoursjustwatchingyoumowthelawnshirtless,allsweaty.”

I still couldn’t look at him. But when he spoke, the animal hunger was in his rasping
voice.“Andyoulikedit?”

Icouldn’tmustermorethanawhisper.“Yes.”

“Itturnedyouon?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Icouldseeintoyourkitchen.Andyourden,too.”

“Didyouwatchmethere?”

“Inyourden,sometimes.I’dwatchyouinfrontoftheTV.Especiallyontheweekends.
Sportswasmyfavorite.Ilikedwatchingyourfacegetallintense.”

“Youlikedthat?”

Therepetitionofthequestionhadaritualaspecttoit.Mygutclenchedwitharousal.I
answeredthesamewayasbefore.“Yes.”

“Itturnedyouon?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Wewerequietforamoment.Finally,lowandintense,hesaid,“Anythingelse?”

Iwaited.Icouldtellbythesoundofhisvoicehewantedtheretobemore.Andthere
wasmore.Itookadeepbreath,musteredupmycourage,andsaidsoftly,“Thenight
beforeIaskedyoutocomehelpmewithmylightbulb,Isawyou.Onthecouch.It’s
howIgottheideafortheoutfit.Isawthatyoulikedit.”

“Youwatchedmetouchmyself?”

“Yes.”

“Andyoulikedthat?”

“Yes.”

“Itturnedyouon?”

“Yes.”Mybreathsweresoshortnow,IwasafraidIwasgoingtohyperventilate.

“Good. You know why I was doing that, right? Watching porn and jerking off that
night?”

Ishookmyhead.Istillhadn’tlookedupathim.Somehow,thatmadetheconversation
evenhotter.

“Iwassofuckingturnedonfromseeingyou,seeingyourcheeksgetallredwhenyou
askedwhatIwoulddotoifIwastenyearsyounger.ItmademesohardIhadtotake
mattersintomyownhands.”

Inodded.“Ihadtodothesamething.”

Astrangledcrycamefromhisthroat,andIlookedupathim.Hewasbreathinghard
andtherewasabeadofsweatrunningdownhisforehead.Thehungerinhiseyeswas
more intense than I’d ever seen it. It seemed like he wanted to devour me whole.
Whenhespoke,hisvoicewasnowbarelyaboveawhisper.“Youtouchedyourselfthat
night?”

“Yes.”

“Afterwatchingmestrokemyselfandcome?”

“Yes.”

“You laid there in that pink, frilly bed and thought about me while you fingered
yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Andwhenyoucame…?”

“Iscreamedyourname.”

Heclosedhiseyesandbreathed,“Aw,fuck...”

Everycellinmybodywasthrummingwithneed.Mynippleswerehard,mypussywas
wet, every inch of my skin was electrified, every muscle like molten lava. I knew I
wouldexplodeifhedidn’ttouchmesoon.

Heopenedhiseyesandmovedtowardme.Istoodandmethim,thinkinghewasgoing
totakemeinhisarmsandravishme,buthesimplywalkedrightpastmeandsatdown
inthechairI’djustvacated.Ipivotedtowardhim,puzzledtosaytheleast.Helooked
like an immovable statue in that chair. His face and eyes had taken on that
commandingauthoritythatturnedmeonsomuch.

“Showme,"hesaidflatly.

“What?”

“Showme,”hesaidmoreslowly,“exactlywhatyoudid.Howyoutouchedyourself.”

Oh God. There was that blush again. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but I started
awkwardly running my hands up and down my body over my cotton tee and jeans.
Theghostofasmileplayedonhislips.

“No,”hesaidfirmly.“Imeanreally show me. Take off your clothes, climb up on the
bed,pretendyou’realoneinyourroomthinkingaboutme.Showmehowyoutouched
yourself.Iwanttosee.”

Holyshit.IknewIdidn’thavemuchexperiencetocomparethisto,buteverytimeI
waswithDrewitfeltlikethemosteroticmomentofmylife.Iwasmoreturnedonthan
Ihadeverbeenupuntilthatpoint.

Withoutanotherword,Ibegantopeeloffmyclothes.

S

1 6

D REW

ittinginthearmchairwatchingDakotastripdownforme,anoddstillnessovertook
me.Icouldn’tmoveamuscle.ItwaslikeIwasfrozeninplace,andIdidn’tknow

when I would ever be able to move again. The sight of her body mesmerized me, of
course. There was that factor. But there was also the fact that I couldn’t get over the
ideaofherinhergirlyroombackhome,lyinginherbed—theonewhereIhadfucked
herforthefirsttimenotevenaweekago—andtouchinghersweetlittlepussywhile
shethoughtaboutme.

Damn.Howmanytimeshadithappened?HadtherebeenanyinstanceswhenIwasin
my bed, just across our yards, jerking off at the same time? Because for the last few
months,sinceI’dstartedthinkingabouthernonstop,I’djackedoffalmosteverynight
toher.

And now, here she was, right in front of me, slipping off all of her clothes until she
stoodinfrontofme,totallynaked.Shestartedtotouchherselfwhereshestood,butI
stoppedherwithaquickshakeofmyhead.“That’snotthekindofshowIwant.Itold
you.Climbuponthebedandshowmehowyoutouchyourselfwhenyouthinkabout
me.”

Shenodded,herfacethepictureofdetermination.Itwasclearshehadtostretchher
boundariestodothis,butshewasdeterminedtopushthrough.Shewantedtoplease
me. I liked that. She walked over to the head of the bed, her cute little tight ass
twitching with each step, and pulled the covers down. She piled the pillows and then
climbedupandleanedagainstthem.

She started to pull the sheet over her. I cleared my throat disapprovingly, and she
lookedupatme.SheseemedstartledthatIwasevenintheroom—alreadyshewasso
wrappedupinherownworld.Shelaughed,andithadanedgeofnervoushysteriatoit.
“Sorry.Forceofhabit.”

The rosy heat that spread up her chest and face made it clear how nervous and
embarrassed she was. Part of me wanted to go to her, comfort her, make her feel
completelycomfortableandsafe.Thatwastheprotectivepart.Butanotherpartofme
understoodthatpushingthroughtheseinternallinesandboundaries,breakingoutof

her comfort zone and exploring new sexual territory, was something she needed to
find within herself. She knew I was here—that's why she felt safe expanding those
horizons.

“Whatdoyoudofirstwhenyoudothisathome?”Iasked.

She smiled and cast her eyes downward. Then, looking up at me through long, full
lashes,shesaidshyly,“Iusuallyleanbackonthepillowsandgetcomfortable.Iliketo
bemostlysittingup,butatarecliningangle.Withmykneesfallingopenandmylegs
spreadapart.”

Ihadtoclearmythroat,butthistimeitwasnottoexpressdisapproval.Itwasbecause
the power of arousal had squeezed the muscles around my vocal cords, rendering
themuseless.Evenafterclearingmythroat,whenIspokemyvoicehadahuskyrasp.
“Thenthat’swhatIsuggestyoudorightnow.”

Shecomplied,scootingbackonthebed.Shesettledherassintotheperfectpositionin
frontofthepillowsandthenleanedbackonthem.Shewriggledhershoulderstoget
them into the most comfortable position, and that had the fucking amazing effect of
makingherperkylittletitsbounceandjiggle.Ialmostcameinmypantsrightthen.

Aftershehadfoundhermostcomfortableposition,sheclosedhereyesandtookadeep
breath.Ikeptmyeyeswideopenanddidthesame.“Whatdidyoudonext?”

“Irunmyhandsallovermybody.Reallylightlyatfirst.Justwithmyfingertips.Toget
myskinalltingly.”

Aftershespoke,therewasamomentofalmostcompletesilenceandstillnessbetween
us.Onlythesoundofourcombinedheavybreathingfilledtheair.

Finally,Ibrokeit.“I’mwaiting.”

Shegulpedandthenstartedrunningtremblingfingersoverherskin.Shetrailedthem
overherbelly,herhips,herchest,andherlegs.Isawgoosefleshpopupinthewakeof
hertouch,andhernippleshardened.

“After I’ve done that for a little while, I play with my nipples,” she narrated as she
broughtherhandstoherbreastsandbeganmanipulatingthem.Ismiled.Shewasn’t
evenwaitingformypromptsnow.

Goodgirl.

Her fingers tweaked and rolled the sensitive tips, drawing them to even stiffer peaks
thantheyhadpreviouslybeen.Herbodywasreallybeginningtorespond.Whetherit
wastoherowntouchalone,oralsotheperformanceaspect—afterall,theawareness
that I was watching her every tiny move had to have been sharp—I had no way of
knowing.AllIknewwasthatIlikedit.Shewassquirming,andeveryonceinawhile,a
smallmoanorwhimperwouldpassherlips.Seeingwithsuchsharpclaritytheearly
stages of her arousal process was incredibly erotic. I worked hard to implant every
individualsliceofthescene,everyminuteofthesoundtrack,intomybraintobecalled

uplater.IwassuretherewouldbemanytimesIwouldwanttodoso.

“AfterIplaywithmynipplesforalittlebit…whenI’mreallywetandready,Islidemy
fingers in between my legs. I touch my clit lightly in circles and then increase the
pressureasIflickmyfingerbackandforth.”

Withhereyesclosedandherheadthrownback,shedemonstratedexactlythatforme.
Her belly was trembling as her torso bucked. I was fascinated with the way that her
musclesmovedbeneathherskin.Ripplingsmoothly,likewaterdownarushingriver.
Itwasaworkofart.Everythingaboutherwasbeautiful.

Shespokeagain,andthistimehervoicewaslikeonelonggroan.Thequalityofitmade
mydicksohardthatitwasallIcoulddonottoreachintomypantsandpullitoutright
then, to jerk myself off as I watched her touch herself. But that wasn't what this was
about. This was about watching her, seeing what she did in her alone time as she
thoughtaboutme.Seeinghowshebroughtherselfpleasure.Gettingthatwindowinto
hersoul,intoherprivatemoments.Therewouldbeplentyoftimefortheotherlater.

Her muscles softened and took on a slower and more sensual pattern as they
undulated.Herkneesslippedapartandherlegsstraightenedonthebed.Hervoicewas
softandmoaningasshesaid,"AndthenIletmyselfthinkaboutyouasItouchmyself.I
thinkaboutyoutouchingmebetweenmylegs.Ithinkaboutyouspreadingmyfolds
apart and your tongue licking me. I think about you inside me. Fucking me. Harder
andharder."

She panted out the last words as her fingers began moving in a frantic rhythm. She
rotated them quickly and more intensely. The muscles in her thighs began to bunch,
andshearchedherback."Soclose,"shewhimpered."Soclose."

"Areyouthinkingaboutmelickingyoursweetpussy?"Iaskedevenly.

"Yes."Asweetcrytorefromherthroat.

"Tellmewhatyou'rethinkingabout,"Icommanded.

"Yourtongueonmyclit.Myfingersareyourtongue,"shesaid."Youlickmesogood.It
feelssogood.I'maboutto…oh,God…oh,yes!"

Shecriedoutasherwholebodyconvulsed.

"Lookatme,"Icommanded.

Immediately,shedidasIasked.Hereyesflewopenandourgazeslockedasshelost
herself almost entirely in the orgasm. I felt like I could see into her soul, could see
everywickedanddirtythoughtshe’deverhadaboutme,andIlovedeachandevery
oneofthem.Theywerehot,theyweresexy.Andmostofall,theyconnectedusbefore
IevenknewIwasonherradar.

Asshelayonthebedpanting,Iunfastenedmypantsandpushedthemdownovermy
rock-hard erection. I pulled a condom out of my pocket and slipped it on. As she

watchedme,Isawlustflickerinhereyes.

Ismiled.

"Doyouthinkthatyoucouldcomeagain?Ifyoubroughtthatsweetlittleassoverhere
andclimbedonmydick?"Iasked.

Shesmiled."Neverhurtstotry,"shesaid,thenhoppedupfromthebedandscampered
overtothechair.Sheclimbedupquickly.Therewasplentyofroomforhertoresther
knees on each side of me. She lowered herself slowly down the length of my cock.
Whenshereachedthebase,shestartedmovingherhipsbackandforth.Icouldtellshe
wassqueezingherinnerwallsaroundmeforallshewasworth.Itfeltamazing.

"God,you'resofuckingtight,"Igasped."Howisitpossiblethatyoustillfeelthistight
afterthatpoundingIgaveyoujustyesterday?"

Shelaughedandleaneddowntomyear,whispering,"Ithinkthat'soneofbenefitsofa
havingafresh,youngpussy."

IgroanedasIslidmyhandsaroundherbodyandpulledherforward,takingherpert
littlenipplesintomymouth,oneaftertheother.Theywereashardaslittlepebbles.I
teasedthemwithmyteethandflickedthemwiththehardtipofmytongue,drawing
evenmorewhimpersfromherasshestartedtobounceupanddownonmydick.

Reaching around her waist, I cupped her ass. Taking her firm flesh in my palms and
kneading it as she moved. When she arched her back and cried out, I slid my hand
downinbetweenus,keepingrhythmwithherbouncinghipsandflickingherclitwith
mythumbassherodeme.

Herfull,perkytitsbouncedinfrontofmyeyesasshearchedawayfromme,anditwas
justashotaswhenIheldherhardnipplesinmymouth.Fuck,itwasheaven.Itwas
magic.

Watching it got me so close to blowing my load that it was a struggle to hold it in.
Luckily, with just a few more bounces, she dug her fingernails into my shoulder and
growled,"I'mcoming.I'mcomingagain."

And as soon as I felt that sweet wave of her inner walls gripped my cock as they
spasmed around me, I knew she was coming again, and I let go of all of my steel
controlsandemptiedmyselfinsideofher.Iwaswearingacondom,butitstillfeltlikeI
wasclaimingher.Markingmyterritory.Ilovedit.

Shegaveonelastclenchofeverymusclearoundmeandonelastgutturalmoanbefore
collapsinginaweakandsweatyheapagainstmyshoulder.Wesattheretogether,the
sweatcoolingourbodies,ourbreathingreturninggraduallytoanormalpace.Istroked
herhairandherhip.Ikissedthetopofherhead.

Finally,shelookedupatme,aruefullittlesmileonherface."Oh,andIneveranswered
yourquestionlastnight,"shesmiled."Butyes,Iwantyoutogetanapartmentcloseto
me,butnotbecauseIneedtoseeifthisisreal.Thisisreal,Iknowitis.Ijusttoneed

youascloseaspossible.BecauseIneedtobeabletodothisasmuchaspossible.”

Whatshesaidwasmusictomyears.Myheart,theonethatIhadwrittenoffasblack
andvoid,camebacktolifeinmychestasIleaneddownandkissedherpassionatelyon
the mouth, our tongues intertwining, and clutched her tightly to me. When I pulled
back,itwaswithasmile."Couldn'tagreemore,"Isaid.

I

1 7

D A KO T A

stood in front of the only full length mirror in our sorority house, dressed in a
black body con dress that had peek-a-boo cutouts and hugged my every curve,

andappliedonelasttouch-upcoatoflipgloss.

IturnedtoMadison,whostoodbesidemeontherightinabluenumberthatwasalittle
tooshortandalittletootightandeveryinchher,andasked,“Whatdoyouthink?”

Sheexaminedme,castinghergazeupanddown,headtotoe.“Fab,babe.Drewwon’t
knowwhathithim.”

I turned to Mariana and Annie, who stood on the other side of me examining
themselvesinthemirror.“Really?DoyouguysthinkIlookokay?”

“Youlookamazing!Whyareyouevenstressing?Youknowyou’rebeautifulandifit’s
aboutDrew,comeon,heloveshowyoulook.Youcouldwearagarbagesackandhe’d
lookatyoulikeyouwerethesexiestthinghe’deverseen.”

Ismiled.“Thanks,Mariana.You’regoodformyself-esteem.”

Annieleanedforwardtolookaroundher.“Youlookgreat,ofcourse.ButI’llleaveitat
that. After the affirmation you just got, I don’t feel like you need me to get into
anythingmoreeffusivethanthat.”

Igrinned.“Fromyou,that’shighpraise.Thanks,roomie.”

Madisonsnappedherbagshutandturnedtowardus,theleaderasalways.“Allright,
girls.Arewereadytomakeourgrandentrancesforthesororityformal?”

Thethreeofusnodded,andwetrailedoutofthebathroomandtookourplacesinthe
linethathadformeddownthehallwayatthetopofthestairs.Onebyone,astheDJ
thatwassetupinthemeetinghallcalledournames,eachofuswalkedslowlydown
thestairs,makingourentrancesandgivingthecrowdplentyoftimetoappreciateall
the work we’d put into our appearances for this, the most important of all of our
sororityformaloccasions.

Whenmynamewascalled,though,Ididn’tcareabouttheappreciationofthecrowd.I
onlycaredaboutoneperson.IlockedeyeswithDrewassoonasIsteppedontothetop

treadandkeptthateyecontactformyentiredescent.Idrankintheappreciativelook
on his face. I mean, hell, I probably had the same look on mine. I’d never seen him
dressedinblack-tieattirebeforeanddayumcouldthatmanwearatux.

WhenIgottothebottomofthestairs,Iwalkedoverandslippedmyhandthroughhis
outstretchedarm.“Hello,Mr.Sheffield,”Ipurred.

Hegrinnedashebenttokissmycheek.“Fuck,youlookamazing.Youtakemybreath
away,Dakota.”

I had to concentrate to keep my breathing even and my head from spinning. “Drew,
realtalk.IfI’mgonnabeabletostayonmyfeetthroughthisentireaffairandnotfaint
fromdizzinessorjustfallfromweakknees,youreallyhavegotto stop saying things
likethattome.”

Helaughed.“Nopromises.”

Isqueezedhisarm.“Sohowwasyourdrive?”

That drew another laugh. “Significantly easier now that I’ve moved five minutes
away.”

Ilaughed,too.“So,you’restillnotsorryyousoldthathugehousejusttomoveintoa
smallapartmenthereinthecity?”

“Hell, no. First of all, a single guy living alone in a huge house in the suburbs is just
creepy. Or sad. I don’t know which, but it’s not good. Secondly, what good is owning
myowncompanyandbeingstuckbehindadeskifitdoesn’tmeanthatIcanjustpick
upandmovewhenthemoodstrikes?Lastly,thebestthingaboutthathugehousewas
thefactthatitwasnearyou.That’sanattributeitshareswithmynewtinyapartment
inthecity,andit’stheonlythingIplanonlookingforinanyhousingfortherestofmy
life,asamatteroffact.”

Iblushedathiswords,butIstayedputexactlywhereIwas,rightnexttohim,withmy
arms threaded through his. I was far past the point of getting scared when he talked
aboutthefuture,ortheideathatwhenhethoughtaboutus,hethoughtaboutforever.
No, that didn’t scare me at all anymore. It excited me. Because I thought about us
exactlythesameway.

Heleaneddowntowhisperinmyear.“Ifyoukeepblushingthatway,youandIare
going to have to sneak upstairs to your room. You know what your blushing does to
me.”

Ishookmyhead.“Theupstairsiscompletelyoff-limits.They’rereallyseriousaboutit.
They have sorority monitors posted in all of the hallways and doing random room
checks.”

He narrowed his eyes as he examined my face. “If that’s true, then why do you still
looksohappy?Morethanhappy.Self-satisfied.Youlooklikethecatthatswallowedthe
canary.”

IangledclosertohimsothatonlyhecouldseewhatIwasdoingandthenreachedmy
fingersslowlydownintomycleavage,feelingtheheatofhiseyesastheyfollowedthe
trail of my hand. I pulled out an old-fashioned key and showed it to him. Rising on
tiptoe so that my lips were right next to his ear, I whispered, “Because there's a coat
checkclosetdownherethatnooneeveruses.Itlocksfromtheinside.Youneedakey
toopenit.There’sonlyonekey.AndguesswhatI’mholding?”

His eyes widened and the grin that spread across his face could only be described as
wolfish.Heatrushedinawavefromthetopofmyheaddownovermyentirebody,all
thewaytothesolesofmyfeet.

“Whereisit?"hewhisperedurgently.

Iputahandonhischesttocalmhimdownalittle.Asifthatwaspossible.Ileanedin
again, my voice low. “We have to be low-key-ninja-style. Plus, the walls are
unbelievablythin.Wehavetobecompletelyquiet.Noslips.Notevenalittle.Doyou
thinkyoucandothat?”

Hesmirked.“Ithinktherealquestionis,canyou?”

Ihadtolaugh.Hehadmethere.“I’mloud,whatcanIsay?Whenyoutouchme,Ilose
control. But I can be quiet. I consider it a challenge. Like an event in the erotic
Olympics.Iwon’tfail.”

He dipped his head and nibbled on my earlobe, turning my knees into gelatin.
Normally,Iwould'vemoanedatthat,orevenwhimpered.ButIpressedmylipstightly
together and clamped down with the muscles around my vocal cords to keep them
fromreverberating.Hepulledback,lookingimpressed.

Ismiledslyly.“So,Ipassedyourlittletest,didI?"

“Withflyingcolors.Aplus,I’dsay.Nowwhere’sthiscloset?Ihavemoretests.Andthey
needtobeadministeredimmediately.”

I turned and led him through the crowded room. It seemed like everyone and their
brother wanted to stop us and make small talk. I wanted to scream — it was so
infuriating. But in order to avert suspicions, I had to just smile and nod and pretend
everythinginsideofmewasn’tscreamingtoditchthisinaneconversationandgofuck
myboyfriendASAP.

When we finally reached the small hallway nook that held the door to the closet, I
placed Drew perpendicular to the wall, facing the party, and used his body for cover,
hidingmefrompotentiallypryingeyesasIretrievedthekeyandunlockedthedoor,
openeditjustthetiniestfractionnecessaryformetoslipthroughsideways,andthen
signaledforhimtocomeinbehindme.Ittookamomentwhilehewatchedthecrowd
tomakesurenobodywaslooking,andthenhequicklyslippedintotheroom.Ishutthe
doorfirmlybehindusandturnedthelockmechanism.

“IfeellikeI’mJamesBondonsomeclandestinemaneuver,”hewhispered.

“You’rewayhotterthanJamesBond,”Ireturnedinanequallylowvoice.

IfIhadthoughtthatIwouldforgetthepeopleatthepartycouldhearusthroughthe
thinwalls,Iwasquitemistaken.Wecouldhearthepartychatter—includingeventhe
individual voices of people who were having conversations nearest to the adjoining
wall— as if we were in the same room. I didn't know about Drew, but for me, the
heightenedstakesofbeingquiet,andhowmuchwouldbeonthelineifwegotcaught,
madethewholeencountertentimeshotterthanitwould'veotherwisebeen.

Iwhisperedurgently,"Doyouhaveacondom?"

Hepulledoneoutandhelditup,acockylittlesmileonhisface."Please,”hewhispered
back."WouldJamesBondcomeunprepared?"

Igiggledundermybreath."Ithinkthat'smoreaBoyScoutthingthanJamesBond,but
eitherway…commenceOperationQuickie."

Heunzippedhisflyandpulledouthisdick,slidingthecondomon.Iturnedaroundand
leaned over, resting my elbows on a small shelf that protruded from the wall. He
pushed my dress up over my hips and shoved the fabric of my panties to the side,
buryinghimselfinme.Thiswaswhereitwasgoingtogetchallengingformetostay
quiet.EverytimeIfelthimenterme,itwasarevelation.Nomatterhowmanytimes
I'dfeltitbefore,therewassomethingnewaboutthefeelingeachandeverytimethat
mademewanttocryoutinacombinationofpleasureandsurprisethatitcouldfeelas
goodasitdid.

Butsomehowtheneedtostayquietjustintensifiedtheeroticismoftheexperience.My
head spun, but the fact that I needed to keep at least part of it grounded enough,
neededtokeepenoughofmywitsaboutmetoremindmyselftokeepmyfuckingtrap
shutsowewouldn'tgetcaught…God,itwassosexy.

AsDrewpumpedinandoutofme,snippetsofconversationshitmyear,mostofthem
passingthroughmybrainasjustbackgroundchatterintheswirlingmiasmaofarousal
thatengulfedit.However,thenIheardmyownname,andDrew's,anditsnappedme
toreality.

"OhmyGod,didyouseeDakotaandherboyfriend?IthinkhisnameisDrew?"oneof
mysororitysistersaskedanother.

"DidIseehim?Yes!He’ssohot,Ihadtogochangemypanties.He’sseriouslyChanning
Tatum,RyanGoslinghawt.Wheredidshemeethim?"theotherreplied.

"Idon'tknow,butifshe'severdownforathreesome…"Thefirstonegiggled.

Theotheronelaughedrightalongwithher."Iknow,right?Justthinkingabouthimis
makingmeneedanotherpantychange."

I wilted in Drew's arms, my muscles suddenly too weak to hold myself up. I felt his
armscomearoundmybellyquicklytosupportme,catchme,holdmeup.Heleaned
downandwhisperedinmyear,"Doyouwanttostop?Isthistooweirdforyou?"

Ishookmyhead.Arousalhadstolenmyvoice.IhadtowaitamomentbeforeIcould
explain. Then I leaned back and whispered, "No. It’s…hot. They're standing there
talkingaboutyou,howyoumakethemwet…notknowingthattwofeetaway,onthe
other side of this wall, your dick is inside me. You’re mine and you’re fucking me as
they'restandingtheretalkingabouthowyouturnthemon.It’sfuckingamazing."

Hegrinnedandwhisperedbackinmyear,hiswordscompetingwiththewordsofthe
girls, who were still chattering. "That's good," he said. "Good girl. If I fuck you fast,
maybeyoucancomewhilethey'restilltalking."

Hedid,andIdid,anditwasamazing.MaybethebestorgasmI'deverhadwithhim.Of
course,thatcouldverywellbeafalsecomparison,asitwasthethoughtthatoccurred
tomeeverydamntimewehadsex.

Westraightenedourclothesandsnuckbackoutintotheparty,minglingandchatting
andeatinghorsd'oeuvresasifhehadn'tjustbeeninsidemenotfiveminutesbefore.
God,wasitpossiblethatthedeceptionafterwardwasevenhotterthanthesexitselfhad
been?

Afterwe'dbeenatthepartyforabouthalfanhour,Islidmyarmaroundhiswaistand
tuckedmyheadagainsthisshoulder."It'ssohardtofakethis.ToactlikeIwanttobe
here when all I can think about is getting back to your apartment. Being alone with
you.Beingnakedwithyou,"Iwhispered.

Hekissedthetopofmyhead."Soon,"heassuredme.

"Right,"Iagreed."Andthenafterthis,wehavethewholeweekend.”

I smiled, and he brushed my hair away from my face. "No," he said, "Not the whole
weekend.You'rethinkingtoosmall."

"Whatdoyoumean?"

"Wedon'tjusthavetherestoftheweekend,"hesaidwithasmileandakiss,"Wehave
therestofourlives."

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