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She looked surprised but not upset. “I wish you’d said something. You know I’d never . . . if you were with someone. Is it serious?”

I didn’t answer directly. “It’s new but definitely exclusive.”

She studied me. “I think it’s very serious. I hope she likes me. She and I will need to be friends. I don’t want to get booted out of your life for good. When do I get to meet her?”

I searched for the words. “Like I said, it’s new, but . . . powerful. I’ve never felt this way before.”

Instead of being jealous she looked intrigued. I was unutterably relieved. We’d been buddies and confidants for a long time. We’d grown up a bit together. Ours had been a young, practice relationship, where we’d modeled what it was to be with someone seriously more than feeling it for each other, exactly. I could easily picture never hooking up with her again, but losing her friendship would suck.

“I’m happy for you,” she said simply. “I hope it works out and you invite me to the wedding.”

I didn’t respond to that, didn’t begin to know what to say.

She changed the subject to something less awkward, and I was thankful to her.

She left before noon for a day of conventions and networking, telling me not to wait up for her.

When I was finally alone in the house with Nova, it hit me hard. It took all of my self-control not to go to her room and wake her up with my dick, but I resisted. It was a close thing, but I had work to do, and I knew for a fact that she needed sleep and to do her homework more than she needed my cock shoved as far into her in as many places as it could possibly go.

I was working in my office sometime later when she finally appeared.

She was wearing an oversized T-shirt over bare legs, no bra. I couldn’t tell about the panties.

“Do you want to show me the office work you were talking about?” she asked. “I’m ready to help.”

“Not yet. Catch up on more of your homework first.”

She chewed her lip. “Can I work on it in here with you?”

“At your own peril.”

She dimpled adorably at me, and I wanted to hold her down, bite her neck, and fuck her right there.

She didn’t seem to notice, waving at the low sofa at the opposite end of the room from me. “I’ll stay out of your way.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” just sort of slipped out.

She smiled innocently like she didn’t believe me and left to get her stuff.

She settled on the couch with her school laptop, and I was effectively distracted, my mind lost to absolute filth. There was so much I wanted to do to her; I didn’t even know where to start.

I lasted maybe ten minutes before I asked, “Are you wearing panties?”

She bit her lip. “Guess.”

My brain short-circuited. “Show me.”

She did it like the thought of refusing or even hesitating never occurred to her.

She lifted her shirt all the way up to her collarbone, and she was bare, and I was on her without even a thought. I didn’t undress, just took my dick out and screwed her right there on the sofa.

She was soft, she’d just come, and I was holding her on my lap, her back against my chest, her shirt pulled up to her neck.

I squeezed a plump tit and fingered her.

“Are you sore?” I asked her, biting her earlobe.

“I don’t care,” was her answer, and it was enough for me.