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 Erin is wearing faded jeans that curve around her slim hips in that way,
that way that makes me ache when I look at her.  A black sweater is
buttoned from her collarbones to her breastbone, her belly bare in the
A-shaped opening, and I want to kiss the skin of her stomach so bad. 
Looking at her reminds me of a sunset I watched once in Bermuda; her skin
the soft gold of white sand under the sun, her hair framing her face in the
golden red of the setting sun in the sky, her eyes the pale blue of the
water...

   Her toes clench and unclench in the carpet, pale pink nail polish
shining from her toes.  I smile at her smile, and she sips tea from the big
green mug I bought from Kidro's when I first moved in.  We talk about sex,
and Simon and Adam, and how she's really not pissed that David is fucking
Ashley now.  No, really.

   "You got Simon back, so it's OK that David fucks her?  I don't think
so," I say, sipping my own tea, and staring at her pretty grey eyes over
the rim of my cup.

   "They deserve each other," she laughs, and her chest moves, and I gaze
at the curve of her breasts beneath the thin knit cotton.  I can just make
out a swelling where her aereola are, and wonder if I can make her nipples
erect just by talking to her about getting fucked.

   "What do I care?  Like you said, I've got my Simon back..." she muses,
and she's thinking about something good, because she smiles, and her right
nipple protrudes slightly beneath her sweater.  My own get immediately
hard, and I clench my stomach and thighs, loving how that feels.

   "What are you thinking?" I ask her, and she laughs again, and I drink
tea again to hide my staring at her chest.

   "Nothing..." she giggles, and her head turns aside, her tongue slipping
out to wet her lips.

   "Bullshit, c'mon.  What was that?  Tell me, I'm deprived."

   "Depraved, you mean," she chides, taking the bait.

   "Either way," I tell her, smiling and setting my cup down.  I slide to
the floor and walk on my knees to her feet, curling up on the floor between
her calves and laying my head on her knee.  "C'mon, tell your Winter a
story."

   "Aw..." she sets her tea down, and her hands move to play with my hair,
making my chest flush with heat, and I almost don't care if she can see my
face turn pink.  "You really are feeling affectionate, aren't you?  Adam
not doing his duty?"

   Now it's my turn to laugh, and I twist beneath her until her thigh
supports my neck and I'm looking up into her face.

   "He's trying..." and I close my eyes and smile, her fingers gently
caressing my scalp, "But I need more.  A lot more, sometimes..."

   "Well then..." she trails off.  Suddenly it's weird, and I have to get
up, so I do.  Shit.  But I don't move away, I sit there and don't turn to
look at her, her knee against my back, my hand on the back of her other
calf.

   Her fingers still stroke my hair, and it's different than before,
because she's not playing anymore.  And then I do turn to face her, and
she's not smiling, but the look on her face is a pleasant one.  I'm barely
smiling, my heart pounding furiously in my chest, and we look at each other
for what feels like an hour.

   "Well then," I finally say, repeating her, "what?" My lower lip quivers,
and she very slowly and deliberately licks her lips again.

   That's as clear as I think it'll ever be, so I lean forward a lot slower
than I want to and as fast as I dare, arching my back to rise toward her,
and she closes her hand in my hair and pulls me to her and we're kissing
and her tongue is against my lips and in my mouth and I push mine into
hers.

   I squirm up to kneel on the floor in front of her, she spreads her knees
and slides forward on the chair until I can feel the folds of the fly of
her jeans press against my belly.  Her fist is clenched in my hair, her
other hand spread on my back, pulling me against her, and we kiss hungrily,
I'm getting lightheaded with it all, my hands resting lightly on the tops
of her thighs.

   "Mmm..." I sigh, and she pulls back, breaking our kiss, relaxing her
hand, and I open my eyes to see her smiling, her eyes bright, and she very
slowly and deliberately licks her lips again.

   "Yummy..." she whispers, and we kiss again, the room spinning,
butterflies in my stomach, throbbing in my pelvis.



   The next thing I really remember is lying on my bed, with my hand stuck
down her unbuttoned jeans, my middle finger rubbing at her lips, moving
back and forth, up and down, and trying to spread her open with my other
fingers but there's not enough room in her fucking pants.

   We're still kissing furiously, one of her hands is unbuttoning her
sweater and the other is rubbing my back beneath my shirt.  I can't believe
any of this is happening, loving every second of it, turned on like I've
never been before, and it's all too much at once and I can't stand it
anymore so I slip my hand out of her pants and sit up on one knee to whip
my shirt off over my head.

   She giggles at me, wriggling out of her sweater, and I laugh with her as
I fumble at my zipper, clumsily working my way out of my pants, but in only
moments we're both nude and I'm throwing myself over her, straddling one of
her thighs, feeling it come up between my legs even as I press my knee into
her, and I sigh with a shudder when her nails rake down the length of my
back.

   I want to do everything at once, kiss her, lick her neck, her chest, her
breasts, lick her nipples, suck them, nibble them, and she's actually
growling at me now that I've settled for doing them all in rapid
succession.

   I hump her thigh and she rubs herself against mine, our mouths roving
each other's bodies from forehead to ribline, and then it happens like I
love it, shocking and quick as a blink, and I take a shaking, wide-mouthed
breath looking her in the eyes, clamping her thigh between my legs and I
can see she knows I just came.

   "My my..." she moans at me, "you sure do get going..."

   "I've wanted to do this for a long time," I answer breathily, still
rubbing myself against her leg, feeling my own wetness spread against her
skin.  She bends her other leg, raising her knee and folding her calf, and
then lays it slowly out to the side, her hands moving to my hips and
pushing gently.

   "I can tell..." she grins, her hands lifting me off of her, one sliding
down my outside thigh to pull forward.  I rise high enough to slide my knee
around and tuck my folded leg against her side, letting her guide me into
position.

   It seems natural to move my other leg up, sitting upright, her outside
knee tucking into my side and her calf rubbing my back, my pussy sliding
across her loins until I can feel her hair against my inner thigh and yes
yes yes the soft flesh of her lips against mine and humping her thigh is
all well and good but I'll take the real thing any day.

   I'm going a little crazy sitting on her that way, squirming
uncontrollably against her, trying desperately to get as much of her inner
lips spread open against mine, but not wanting to get my fingers in there
to help since I'd have to stop pressing so hard to do that.

   She's moving as vigorously as I am, her hands rubbing up and down my
torso, her nails raking my skin, her thighs adjusting under me to keep
herself as open to me as she can, and I love it so much I almost can't
stand it, but at the same time I want her IN me so it's really too bad she
doesn't have a cock.  So I tell her so.

   "It's too bad you don't have a cock."

   "Why is that?" she asks, oddly matter of fact considering how wildly
we're humping.

   "If you did you could fuck the hell out of me with it," I manage to say
between breaths, and she smiles, opening her mouth wide, sticking her
tongue out a good two inches and moving it in rapid circles, then flicking
it in and out of her mouth ten or eleven times so fast it makes a damn
CLICKING sound.

   "I'll lick the hell out of you with this," she offers, and I'm laughing
because it's so unbelievable what she just did, but she's pulling on my
hips with her hands and sliding down to move her head off the pillow, and
saying "C'mere..."

   I honestly don't remember a lot of the next few minutes except for
wishing I had a headboard to hold myself up with, since clawing at the wall
didn't quite do the job.  That, and having Erin's tongue so deep in my slit
that I swear it felt like a slippery little cock, slithering around in me
and doing that circus freak in-and-out thing that was just so fucking
incredible I can't even believe it.

   That tiny pink jackhammer made me come in about four minutes, which
sucked since I wanted it to go on a lot longer but didn't suck at all since
it was the best orgasm I'd ever had.  She had to push pretty hard to lift
me off her face at the end there, and I fell back on the bed and gasped an
apology at trying to smother her but she just laughed at me again.  "I
assure you, I didn't mind at all," she said breathily, sitting up and
laying back down next to me, our legs folding around each other's, and I
stared at my ceiling fan while I tried to catch my breath.

   "Holy shit!" I yelp, stretching as spread eagle as I can manage with her
against my side, feeling so fucking good I just had to shout.

   "You like that?" she giggles, moving down to close her mouth over my
nipple.

   "I loved that..." I breath, drawing air in to press my chest up into her
mouth.  She sucks my entire tit into her mouth (which ain't saying much)
and then does that THING to my nipple while it's in there and wow!  Does
that feel amazing.  "How the fuck do you do that?" I laugh, clutching at
her hair, swinging my bent leg against hers.  She lets my breast slip from
her mouth and looks up to smile at me.

   "I don't know...  I can just do it."

   "Well, it's my favorite thing in the world," I tell her, and we're quiet
then, moving slowly and gently against each other, and I turn on my side,
pushing her onto her back, and reach down, pulling lightly at her pubic
hairs until her eyes close, and she smiles at me.

   I press my finger gently against her, and the heat and wet of her
against my skin makes me moan, the touch of my hand against it making her
breathe deep.  I figure she's not too different down there from me, right,
so I just do to her what I'd do to myself, and apparently I do it right
because she really seems to enjoy it.

   "Just like that, just like that," she says rapidly, all of a sudden, her
whole body tense against mine, her hips shaking gently under my arm, her
slit wet and open to my fingers, her clit hard and slippery under my thumb,
and she arches her back and comes, I made her come I made her come and we
kiss long and deep and slow, and I love every second of it.