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"You’re crazy, aren’t you?"
"Absolutely, but I’m safe it it’s not full moon."
"What’s this money-saving tip?"
"I have two, actually, one for you and one for me. For you, it’s Kahlua week at the bar, so Black Russians are a dollar off."
"I see. Interesting. How can you save money?
"Do you ride bicycle?"
"Yes. It’s been a few years."
"Well, it’s cheaper for me to rent a bicycle built for two. Wanna go for a ride on Sunday?"
"I should be healed enough for a bicycle seat by then, so yes. Sounds like fun."
"Do you get off work at five on Fridays?"
"Always."
"I’ll call you around six from the bar to firm up plans if I don’t see you before."
Kay picked Shelly up that evening. They went to Jim’s bar, since it was his night off. They chose a table in a quiet corner.
"Tell me everything," Shelly said.
"There really isn’t much to tell. We went out for coffee yesterday. Talked a bit, got to know each other a little. It was pleasant. He took me home, but then he called and asked me to dinner and a movie."
"Oh, that’s good! Where did you go?"
"I wasn’t interested in experimenting with exotic menus, so I suggested we go for pizza and beer. We couldn’t find a decent movie, so we went for a walk by the river."
"How romantic!"
"It was nice. Then we drove out into the country and watched for falling stars."
"Also very romantic. Did you guys do anything out there?"
"Why would I tell you?"
"Oh, c’mon, Kay!"
"No one touched anyone. It was pleasant. Quiet, fun, a little romantic. There’s not much pretense with this guy."
"Big contrast with Sid."
"There was no pretense about Sid, Shelly. He was a horny bastard, and that was pretty much it."
"What about Jim?"
"He didn’t try anything, if that’s what you’re asking."
"Nothing? Didn’t accidentally on purpose touch your ass or anything?"
"He kept his hands to himself."
"Oh my God, Kay, could he be gay?"
"I seriously doubt it. He’s had girlfriends."
"He didn’t try anything at all?"
"Oh, for pity’s sake, Shelly! He walked me to my door, hugged me, and kinda kissed me on the cheek, all right?"
"Kinda?"
"Kinda, as in light. More of a caress of the lips than a pucker."
"Ooh! Nice! But that’s it?"
"He called earlier. He’s renting a bicycle built for two on Sunday."
"Kinda old-school, but that’s cool!"
"Charming, really," Kay said.
On Friday, Kay debated about stopping at the bar after work, but instead went home to eat and curl up with a book. She was in her pajamas. pouring cereal in a bowl for dinner, when the phone rang.
"Hey, it’s Jim. When are you coming for your discount drink?"
"I’m beat from trying to stay awake at work today. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Great! The bar down the street is doing their monthly beer special tomorrow, so we won’t be that busy. We should be able to get some time to chat."
She kept herself busy on Saturday, cleaning, doing laundry, and shopping for the week. She didn’t want to show up too early, so she purposely dawdled. It took her forty-five minutes to dress. She settled on a long spaghetti-strap top with a fitted bodice that highlighted her modest bosom without being too slutty, pants that fit her slender legs well, and high-heeled sandals. She thought about straightening her hair but left it in its natural slightly wild state, the way Sid hated it. He always liked her to wear a lot of make-up, so she wore only a hint of shadow and her favorite cologne.
Jim had his back to the door when she walked into the lounge and sat on a stool near the beer taps. When he saw her, he motioned her toward the darker, quieter end of the bar. "Wow!"
"What?" she blushed.
"You look amazing. Wondered what you’d wear tonight. Hope you don’t mind me asking you to move down here. When it gets busy there’s a crowd at the taps anyway. If you sat there looking like that it would be mayhem."
"Oh, you’re on your game tonight!" she smiled.
"Kay, I admit I’m not above telling a girl what she wants to hear to get a good tip. That’s not why I said what I did. Black Russian?"
"Yes, please."
He played with his imaginary mustache again. "Don’t you fret none, Miss. I have to deal with them cowpokes what just come in, but I’ll be back with your refreshment in two shakes of a prairie dog’s tail." Away he went.
They chatted as much as they could between customers. Eventually, her glass was empty.
"Do you want another?" he asked.
"Not sure I should. I have to drive."
"Not if I ask the waitress to take you home. She passes your place on the way to hers. I’ll be back."
Before Kay could say anything, he was gone, but he returned in a moment. "It’s all set, and before you say no, I bought the drink, so now you have to stay." He set the fresh glass in front of her and hurried away to serve another customer.
"Kay?" a voice behind her called. Shelly strutted across the barroom in dangerous heels and a mini-skirt that threatened to burst. "I don’t have to ask what you’re doing here, do I?" She plopped on the stool next to her friend.
"Are you following me?"
"Hello to you too. You went for the quiet sexy look tonight. I like. Hey, Jim!" she greeted the bartender when he arrived.
He made a showy bow. "A pleasant eve to you, milady. Your usual libation?"
She giggled. "My date’s getting it, thanks."
Jim turned away to wait on others.
"Your date?" Kate asked.
"Now that I have you fixed up, I need some dick myself, you know. See him over there? The tall one with the tattoos. He calls himself Blade."
Kay did a double-take. "He’s wearing a shirt that says ‘porn star’ with an arrow pointing down! You’re on a date with … him?"
"Don’t judge. Bad boys can be fun." She adjusted her boobs in her top and wiggled away.
Jim came by a few seconds later. "Your friend Shelly,…"
"She’s a big girl."
"That guy’s trouble. My bouncer gave me the sign the minute he walked in. We’ve both been doing this job long enough to spot a bad one. Some of those are prison tats. Shelly seems like a nice girl. She could do better."
"You said it yourself," Kay reminded him. "She’s a party girl."
"It’s all fun and games till someone gets hurt," he replied.
The two talked when they could. If Jim was busy, Kay amused herself watching Shelly and her thug. She saw the bouncer and Jim looking at them too.
"I’m about ready to tell those two to get a room," Jim said at one point. "This isn’t that kind of bar."
Kay was nursing her second drink when Shelly and Blade came over to her.
"Kay, meet Blade."
Kay attempted a smile until he leered at her.
"Ain’t you a sexy thing?" he said. "Tits ain’t as big as Shelly’s, but you’ll do. Me and Shelly was gonna have a party for two, but I got enough for you, too, babe." He draped his arm over Kay’s shoulder and rested his hand on her boob.
She sloughed his arm away. "Get off me!"
"Ooh, feisty! I like that. A little rape play would probably make you nice and wet."
"Blade, honey, she’s not that kind," Shelly said.
"No?" He stroked Kay’s long hair. "We’ll see."
"Take your fuckin’ paws of my girl before I break them," Jim commanded. He wasn’t loud. No one but the four of them could hear.
Blade snickered. "Big talk. Shelly told me about ‘your girl’. She needs a real man’s cock."
Jim put his hands flat on the bar and glared at Blade. "Leave her alone. Get out. Don’t come back."
"Ain’t very friendly, are ya?"
"Not to creeps who don’t know how to behave around ladies. The girl you’re with is my girl’s best friend," Jim stated, pointing at Shelly. "Treat her right."
Blade laughed. "Don’t worry. The bitch will scream my name all night."
"Do not hurt her."
"Look at you, tough guy. Do yourself a favor, and shut the fuck up. What are you gonna do to me?
"You sure you want to find out? We’ll check on her in the morning. She’d better be just fine."
"People call me Blade for a reason, asshole."
Jim’s voice went cold. "Is it because you’re a wimp without your knife? Get out now, before I bust open all your pretty tattoos. Don’t even think about coming back." He waved away the approaching bouncer. "Don’t get your hands dirty, Bull. The gentleman is leaving."
"We ain’t done, pretty boy," Snake snarled.
"You’re right. I’ll find you for a one-on-one talk if you hurt her. Remember that." Jim stared the thug down until he grabbed Shelly’s arm and propelled her to the door.
"Are you crazy?" Kay hissed at Jim.
"No. Punks like him need a bitch-slap every once in a while. Without an audience to perform for, he would have been apologizing. Guys like him come in sometimes. I get rid of them."
"Don’t you get afraid?"
"I’m sober. They’re not. That gives me an advantage. My bouncer’s sober too. If all else fails, I have a baseball bat under the bar."
"A baseball bat!"
"Don’t worry. I’ve only gotten it out twice in seven years. Both times, the guys ran out the door before I decided to use it. Some people are instant assholes – just add alcohol and stir. This is a nice place. When people get out of line, they’re sent away, usually before anything happens."
"You’re really concerned about Shelly," Kay said.
"You’re not? He’s a loser."
"You should have seen some of the weirdos she dated in college. She’s a thrill-seeker. We have much different tastes in men."
"You’re not a thrill-seeker?"
"Certainly not like that! My idea of a thrill is a good suspense novel, Jim."
"So, you don’t want to go hang-gliding tomorrow with homemade, never-tested equipment?"
"Um, no."
"I guess fire juggling is out too."
"We saw how clumsy I am."
"Snake handling?"
"Eww, no!" she giggled.
"Guess we’ll try the bike ride. I’ll even make sure to get one with brakes."
"That could take some of the fun out of it, but okay."
He pointed at her near-empty glass. "Do you want another? It will be last call soon. You’re not driving."
She thought for a moment. "I’m nursing them, and it’s Saturday. Okay."
He served her and then took the last drink orders for the night. She sipped, watching him work. He was fast and never stopped smiling. He called the regulars by name, and exchanged handshakes and hugs with a few when they left. Finally, she was the last customer.
"Sorry. It’s always busy at the end of the night."
"What’s the plan for tomorrow?"
"I kept you out late, so should we go for an afternoon together?"
She glanced at the clock behind the bar. "Good lord! Is that the correct time?"
He laughed. "It’s bar time. It’s set that way to help shoo people out at closing. I’ll have to shoo you out soon, too, since you’re not on staff. Let me help the waitress finish up." He scurried away, gathering empty bottles and glasses as he went.
Soon he was back. "I love my co-workers."
"Why?"
"The bouncer, Bull, told me he’d beat me up if I didn’t escort you myself. He’s going to help the waitress finish and walk her to her car. I’ll take you home. We can come back for your vehicle tomorrow. Are you ready to go?"
"Oh, okay!"
He helped her into the Jeep and got behind the wheel. "Thank you, Kay."
"For what?"
"Keeping me company at work. I don’t know about you, but I had a great time."
She was still thinking of the right thing to say when he parked in front of her building.
He sprang out and opened her car door for her.
"A girl could get used to this," she giggled. "Are you really this nice all the time?"
He bowed deeply. "Thy humble servant requests permission to take milady’s hand to escort thee to thy abode."
She gave it to him, surprising herself with how warmly she grasped his strong hand. It felt nice to her. At her door, she said, "Is this when I’m supposed to invite you in?"
He cupped her face gently in his hands and lowered his lips to hers briefly. "That’s up to you."
"I’ve been drinking."
"Then I should go."
"No. I have just enough liquid courage in me."
He kissed her more firmly then, enveloping her in his arms.
The kiss made her melt in ways she wasn’t sure she wanted. She took his hand again and led him inside, shutting and locking the door behind them. For a moment, she thought about sitting in the living room but decided against it. She spoke when they stood next to her bed. "I’m afraid."
"Of what?"
"That you’re going to take what you want and leave."
"You have a lot to learn about me. I’ll go now if you think that’s why I’m here."
"Why are you here?"
"You led me."
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. "I did, didn’t I? I don’t do this on a first date."
His hands slid to her firm ass and cupped it to pull her closer. "I heard you say that to Shelly, but this isn’t a first date."
"Ever since the night I learned the truth about Sid, I’ve questioned if I’m good enough to please a man."
Jim held her at arms’ length to look in her eyes. "Why would you think such a thing?"
"The man I was going to change my name for wanted other girls."
"I told you before, I’m not him." He kissed her harder then and helped her with her top. When her breasts were free, he cupped them in his hands. "Perfect," he muttered, kissing her left nipple.
A hot shiver ran through her. "Am I wrong to want this?"
He helped her lie down on her bed and took her in his arms. "If it feels wrong, I’ll stop."
"I said I didn’t want a rebound fuck."
He sat up. "I said I wasn’t offering one."
She blushed yet again and covered her breasts with her hands. "I’m still on the pill. I want to feel desired. Will you make love to me?"
He lay down and pulled her to him. "I was hoping you’d ask that."
They helped each other undress until she was in her panties and he in his boxers. He moved down in the bed and kissed her tenderly on the belly and then the thighs. With each touch of his lips her excitement grew. She lifted her butt when he tugged on her lacy garment, allowing herself to be completely exposed.
"I haven’t shaved since I fell the other week. Too sensitive."
He grinned and touched the blond stubble on her mound with his fingertips. "If you don’t care, I certainly don’t care."
"At least you know I’m a natural blond."
"Thy humble servant never doubted for a moment, milady." He touched her slit and brought his moistened finger to his nose. "Thou hast the bouquet of a gentle sorceress." He sucked her flavor from his fingertip. "I bow before thee bewitched." He planted butterfly kisses on the undersides of her breasts and then moved lower.
"You don’t have to do that."
"With a girl like you I do."
"Oh dear God," she whispered.
He tasted her opening and then moved to her clit, licking the tender flesh around it to coax it out.
She spread her legs further in response. Soon, she gave up on being silent. "That feels so good," she gasped. "Sid wouldn’t do that."
"Idiot." Jim lay down to continue his efforts, caressing her sides, belly and breasts tenderly with his fingertips as he stimulated her sex with his mouth. Sometimes he kissed, other times licked. He raked her plump lips gently with his teeth and sucked on her clit. When her body stiffened to prepare for orgasm he buried his tongue inside her. Before her climax subsided, he resumed.
She came to her senses enough to speak when he paused to wipe his chin. "You don’t know how bad I need this."
"Happy to provide," he grinned. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."
She wailed her pleasure several times before his jaw tired too much to continue. He moved up in the bed and stroked her wild blond hair, holding her close while her breathing calmed. In a few minutes she was asleep.
The smell of coffee woke her.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Jim said from her reading chair.
Startled, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "You made coffee?"
"Hope you don’t mind." He handed her a mug.
"Mind? That’s the sweetest thing!" She sipped the brew, strong the way she liked it.
"I liked watching you sleep."
Awake enough to be aware of her nakedness, she grabbed at the sheet to cover herself.
"Don’t, Kay. I’m not being a creep, but you’re too beautiful to hide."
She grinned shyly and let the sheet fall, exposing her breasts and hardening nipples to him. "You say all the right things."
He chuckled and played with his imaginary handlebar mustache. "Ma’am, Gentleman Jim sure does appreciate a fine pair of boobs on a lady."
She appraised him, sitting casually in her chair in nothing but slightly distorted boxer shorts.
"Why did you stop last night?"
"As much as I enjoyed it, my mouth got tired. I needed a break. You got all cuddly and comfortable."
"That’s not what I meant. Why didn’t you have sex with me?"
"You said you didn’t want a rebound fuck."
She kicked the sheet off to display her nudity and patted the bed next to her. "I don’t."
He lay down with her and began kissing and touching her everywhere, skillfully, purposefully, but with no real urgency. His stimulation of her body was gentle but ever more intense, especially the way he kissed and suckled her breasts.
She luxuriated in his desire until she felt him hard against her leg. The knowledge made her hotter. She reached down and rubbed him through his shorts. "Show it to me."
He peeled his boxers off and kicked them to the floor.
"Oh my," she giggled. She closed her hand around him tentatively, appraising his girth and length. "Yeah, I want this."
His fingers found her moisture and began to play as she stroked him. They kissed with ever more fury. His hand made her needy, and she urged him on top of her. "Make love to me, Jim." She helped him aim and sparred with his tongue as he began to penetrate her.
They didn’t say anything, allowing their bodies to communicate with moans and wet sounds. He found a pace she liked, and they mated tenderly for a while. She wrapped her legs around him tighter. "You’re going to make me cum."
He smiled into her hair but said nothing, working her with his cock, gauging her response. When she began to thrust back, he sped up. "Let it happen," he whispered.
She gave herself up to it then, embracing the waves of pleasure that hit her every time his cock head pressed her cervix and his pelvic bone mashed her clit. He wasn’t forceful, but his purposeful thrusts made her cry out her joy. Her pussy contracted rhythmically around him, willing him to plant his seed.
He slowed and then stopped his thrusting, holding himself balls deep inside her while they kissed, making sure every drop of his essence stayed where he had put it.
"You’re still hard," she whispered.
"Uh huh." He rolled them over so she lay on top of him, impaled.
She clung to him for a moment and then moved her hips a little, testing him. He pressed into her in response. She sat up enough to look at him and ground herself against him. "Wanna go again?"
He grabbed her ass to help push into her. "What do you think?"
They fucked vigorously this time, her wild hair dancing in the morning sun that made it around her window shades. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and he pulled her to him to kiss it off. His hands were everywhere, teasing her nipples, fondling her buttocks, playing with her clit when she sat up enough, and teasing her asshole when she didn’t. A few times, one of them had to re-insert him when they bucked too hard.
She lost count of the number of times he made her cum, but inevitably, he approached his own end. She could see it in his face and smiled broadly when he pulled on her pelvis to hold himself deep as he filled her.
When he softened, she dismounted and rested her head on his chest. "Thank you."
"For?" He played with her sleep- and sex-ruined hair.
She laughed softly. "Making me forget what’s-his-name, for one thing. You took me places he never did."
She had dozed off, and he was close when her phone rang.
"Shelly? You’re calling early. How are you this morning?" Kay yawned.
"Why do I date assholes?" Shelly asked. "I’m telling you, girlfriend, if you don’t make a play for that bartender soon, I might."
Kay stifled a giggle and ran her hand over Jim’s tired cock. "He’s not your type."
"My type is the kind who doesn’t have to smack me around to get hard."
"He hit you? Sweetie, tell me what happened!"
"Not much, really," Shelly said. "He took me to my place, pawed at me, and when he couldn’t get it up, threw a temper tantrum and left."
"Did that bastard hurt her?" Jim asked.
"Who is with you?" Shelley giggled. "Is that Jim? Oh my God!"
"We have a date to go bicycle riding."
"Uh huh. How long have we known each other? I know what your voice sounds like when you answer the phone half asleep. He spent the night! You naughty girl!"
"We’re not going to discuss this," Kay stated.
"Oh yes we are!" Shelley laughed. "Call me later."
Jim flashed a sheepish grin when Kay turned to him. "Oops."
She smiled at the naked man in her bed. "I think she’s jealous."
"She’s okay?"
"She’s fine. Apparently nothing happened."
He pulled him to her for a kiss. "Still want to go for that ride?"
"I could use a shower and some coffee from that shop near your place first."
"Wouldst milady allow they humble servant to assist thee with thy ablutions?"
"You make a better saloon keeper," she deadpanned.
She washed her hair first. When she rinsed her conditioner off and turned to him, she saw he was hard again. "Well, now. What’s this?"
"I don’t shower with a beautiful girl very often."
"I haven’t showered with a man since college. Sid thought it was lame."
"Sid missed out on a lot." He squeezed a dollop of body wash into his hands and lathered her front.
She copied his actions. Soon, they were masturbating each other.
"You bring out the worst in me," she said.
"How so?"
She moved to the side so the water rinsed the soap from him and then knelt. She inspected his erection for a moment and then kissed it tenderly. "The worst part of me wants to do things to you in the shower." She licked his entire length and then took what she could in her mouth. She sucked him until he started to moan, and then pulled back to look at his face. "You like that, cowboy?"
"Yes, ma’am," he grinned. He scooped her wet wild hair off her face so he could watch.
She teased him with her tongue again, smiling up at him and cupping his balls gently in one hand. She took him to her throat and jacked the rest of him purposefully. Then she eased up for a time, kissing, licking, and using her lips to nibble at his cock and balls. When his hips started fucking the air, she jerked him off onto her outstretched tongue, swallowed, and then sucked the last drop from him.
She got to her feet and re-washed her face while he got his breathing under control.
"You realize, Kay, you’re going to get eaten unmercifully for that."
"I damn near passed out last night."
"I’ll try harder next time."
He ran home for clean clothes while she fussed over her outfit for the day. She greeted him at the door in her robe.
He closed the door behind him and reached for her. "Are you not dressed to save time?" He untied the belt holding her garment closed.
She smacked at his hand. "I’m not dressed because I can’t figure out what to wear. I have this overwhelming need to look right for you."
"You always look nice, Kay. Call me shallow, but your appearance got to me right away. I see a lot of girls at work. Most are done up to look as pretty or as sexy as they can. You pull it off naturally. You look good when you wake up. That’s rare. I bet you have no idea how good you look all sweaty in hiking clothes."
"With my bare ass and pussy on display?"
"There was that, yes." He kissed her and reached through her robe to fondle her buttocks. "But the best part is what I see in your eyes. You’re a good person, Kay."
She couldn’t stop blushing. "They won’t think so at the coffee shop if I show up like this."
"May I watch you dress?"
She surprised herself in the bedroom. It felt okay being nude in front of him, watching him watching her. She found the perfect bra and panty set and picked a top and pair of comfortable shorts. She gathered everything and brought it with her to stand in front of him and dress slowly.
He spoke when she was tying the second shoe. "I memorized all that. I know exactly how I’ll undress you later."
"Down, boy," she smirked before giving him a very warm kiss. "Let’s get coffee."
They got to Wholelotta Jo in time for the breakfast special – bagels, cream cheese, and a fruit plate to share with their steaming mugs. At the bicycle rental, he chose a yellow bike to match her top. They rode on the path along the river for a few miles and then stopped to watch a group of kids skipping stones across the slow-moving water.
He breathed the clean fresh air. "If my third book does well, maybe I’ll buy a pond and build a little house next to it," Jim mused.
"You have dreams," she said.
He chuckled. "Is that bad?"
"No."
"If we don’t dream, things can get boring. Dreams inspire us."
"You’re not like other guys."
"What do you mean?"
"You’re more of a thinker. You’re a gentleman and a romantic. Inside you there’s a wishful little boy, isn’t there?"
He laughed. "Speaking of wishes, I got mine."
"From the falling star?"
"Yes. I can share it now, since it came true."
"Is that how it works? Then I can share too."
"Ladies first."
She felt the color fill her cheeks as she spoke. "I wished I could feel good about myself around a man again. I feel pretty good right now."
He pulled her close. "This is all I wished for. To kiss you."
They returned the bicycle and picked up sandwiches from a corner deli near Kay’s apartment. They ate at her little kitchen table.
"Can we do this again?" Jim asked when they moved to the couch.
"Do what?"
"Hang out, chat, make love, hang out, and chat?"
"Next weekend?"
"Great."
They kissed warmly for a few minutes. Then she said, "Let’s not do a rebound relationship."
"Not sure what the rules are for those," he smiled.
"I’m not ready to fall in love again."
"Understood. I’m not sure about love either. Way too early."
"I wouldn’t mind MAKING love again."
"My kind of woman."
In the bedroom, he removed her garments in the order in which she had put them on, kissing, fondling, and loving each new naked part. Her first small orgasm blessed her before he touched her below the waist, simply from the care he showed her breasts.
"Dear God I’m wet," she marveled as he pulled her panties off. Before he could go down on her she started on his clothes. When he was naked as her, she said, "I can’t wait. Put your cock in me."
He did, teasing her opening with it for a moment until she grabbed his shaft and held him centered. He advanced slowly then, letting her slickness help him push inside. He took his time, advancing till he hit bottom. "You’re beautiful." She returned his quiet kiss. They luxuriated in their coupling. Sensation finally demanded they speed up, and she wrapped her limbs around his body to help him thrust deep. Neither orgasm was violent, but both seemed to last a long time.
She rolled on top of him again to rest, careful to stay connected. They kissed tenderly and talked about nothing until he softened enough to fall from her.
"I guess I should go," he said.
"Sunday nights suck," she agreed. "You have tomorrow off."
"Yup. I can do single guy stuff like scrub my shower."
"Right. You get to have fun while I slave away at a hot keyboard."
"Wanna have dinner?"
She studied the man beneath her. "Would you be offended if I said no? Not sure our relationship is ready for that."
He cupped her naked ass in his hands and kissed her. "We’re ready for this."
Kay rolled off him and propped herself up with a pillow. "That’s what’s weird."
He toyed with her nipple. "You set the rules."
She made no effort to cover herself as he dressed. He leaned down to kiss her, and she clung to him. "Coffee for lunch?"
"Monday is biscotti day," he said. "What time?"
"Twelve fifteen."
He kissed her again and left, locking her front door on his way out.
She almost dozed off in her warm, rumpled bed, but the phone stopped her.
"Well?" Shelly said. "Is he still there?"
"No."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did you get a rebound fuck?"
"Crude, Shelly."
"Are you going to tell me what happened or not?"
Kay looked around her, clothes on the floor, wet spot on the bed, she herself a well-fucked mess. "Don’t know where to start."
"Is that good?"
Kay smiled as she remembered her weekend. "Let’s just say he’s a lot of fun."
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