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“Look,” I said, a bit flippantly, “a real bed with real sheets.”

She ignored me.

“Come on, my lovely limpet.” I pushed her away and lifted her to her feet.

“But…”

“Bed,” I said firmly. “Now.” I threw back the covers. “All right, in you go. On your back.”

I climbed in after her and kissed my way up her body. I lingered over her breasts. They were about the same size as Leah’s, maybe a little bigger, but her nipples were more like a grown woman’s. I licked and sucked until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need to feel you inside me.” She spread her legs wider, the perfect invitation.

The tip of my shaft entered her without help.

I chuckled. “It knows the way on its own.”

“Mmm.”

“It likes the warmth.”

She gripped the sheets and hissed as I slid all the way into her.

“Okay?”

She nodded.

I began thrusting, and our repartee dwindled to sighs and soft moans. I wanted to take my time and enjoy getting reacquainted with her body, but my dick had other ideas.

Hold on, I told it.

What about compromise?

I don’t have to. We aren’t in a relationship.

Sure we are.

No, we aren’t. I own you. I control you. You’re just a tool. I chuckled at my own wit.

My dick didn’t have a good comeback, so we ditched the compromise thing and did it my way. I stopped thrusting and held very still. Gina opened her eyes when I didn’t immediately start again.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m going to come if I keep going.”

“Go ahead. I’m still on the pill.”

“That isn’t it. Although it’s good to know.” I glanced at where my body joined hers. “Really good to know.”

“Then… what?”

“You feel so good I wanna take my time.”

She smiled. “Is that all?”

“That’s a lot!”

“You’re a better lover than I remember too.” She caressed my face. “But we have all night. And all day. I told my parents I wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon.”

“I hate to break it to you, but it’s been tomorrow for about an hour.”

“Then hurry up. I have places to go, things to do.”

We erupted in laughter, which I quickly put a stop to.

“What?”

“You tighten up when you laugh. It was all I could do not to come.”

She pulled me down for a kiss. Then she touched her cheek to mine.

A weird part of me was glad I’d shaved twice. I thought of the strangest

things sometimes.

“Come inside me,” she whispered.

That grabbed my attention.

She wrapped her arms around me and moved her hips.

I began thrusting again. Ten seconds later I closed my eyes and let out a low, continuous groan as a geyser of semen erupted from deep within me. I clench my muscles so hard that I thought I might hurt myself before I finally stopped shooting.

When I sort of regained control of my body again, I relaxed against her and breathed hard through my nose.

“I definitely remember that,” she said with satisfaction.

We slept for a couple of hours, until someone knocked on the door. I opened my eyes. The room slowly came into focus. The lights were still on, and everything was where we’d left it.

“Come in,” I said without thinking.

Mom opened the door. She must have sobered up quite a bit, because she immediately looked away and cleared her throat.

My sleepy brain took a moment to realize why.

I was lying on my back, with my dick stretched out on my thigh. Gina lay with her head on my chest and one leg over mine. And if I had to guess, her shaved pussy lips were in full view. We must’ve been quite a sight.

“Sorry ’bout that.” I pulled the sheet over us.

“It’s okay,” Mom said. “I should’ve expected— Never mind. Where’s Erin?”

I looked at the clock. It was almost four in the morning.

“She isn’t in her bedroom.”

“Relax,” I said, and belatedly remembered that I was talking to my mother. “Sorry. I mean, she’s probably okay. She was with Mark and Leah.”

“That makes me feel a little better, but she still isn’t home.”

I struggled to sit up without disturbing Gina. I finally gave up and rolled her away from me as gently as I could.

“Wha’ time izzit?”

I suppressed a grin. Leah said it the same way. “It’s still early,” I said softly. “Go back to sleep.”

I cast about for something to wear and found my trousers. I pulled them

on. “I know where they were going,” I told Mom. “I’ll go look for her.” I jammed my bare feet into my dress shoes and didn’t bother tying them.

Gina sat up and rubbed sleep from her eyes. Her tan lines drew my eyes to her breasts, and I reminded myself that I had more important things to do than enjoy the scenery.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Erin isn’t home yet.”

“She was with Leah,” she said in alarm.

“They’re probably fine.” I shrugged into my shirt and snatched the car keys from the desk.

Gina climbed out of bed and put on my suit coat. It still had the boutonnière pinned to the lapel. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

We were halfway across the living room when the front door opened.

Erin came in. She thanked someone we couldn’t see and closed the door.