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“Amazing…”
I whispered, my breath coming and going in furious bursts. My tits were small back then, but my nipples stuck out like strawberry gumdrops. Shane’s fingers found them and gave them a hard pinch. I closed my eyes and sped up the pace, sliding him in and out at a furious rhythm.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” Shane moaned, his face contorted in a way I’d never seen before. So, this is what he looks like when he’s coming inside me, I thought. It was a face I had wanted to see for a long time, a face I wanted to see more of.
“Me… too…” I said, my hips jackhammering his cock, my ass slapping against his thighs like clapping hands. I felt the orgasm shuddering through me, unlike any orgasm I’d ever had before. It was the first orgasm I’d ever had from a cock. My first orgasm as a non-virgin. Shane’s tongue and fingers had done a fine job up until then, but now, from this point forward, I wanted him inside me every chance I got.
“Cum… baby…” I said as the orgasm shuddered through me like jolts of electricity, making me tingle all over. I gushed my hot juices all down Shane’s shaft and over his balls. The car filled with the pungent scent of our sex.
“Shit…” Shane’s fingers were biting into my sides. He was lifting me up and slamming me down. I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back wall of my pussy.
We came together for the first time ever, moaning, howling, teeth gnashing and fingers digging.
After a moment, my body went limp and I collapsed on top of him.
He nuzzled my neck and wrapped his strong arms around me.
It was the most amazing feeling in the world.
A feeling I would cherish forever.
A feeling I would dearly miss when everything went to hell.
7
Annabel
I didn’t sleep much after I got home from Mr. Gibbs’ place. I hung around long enough to make sure the new mother and fold were going to be okay, then packed my bag and climbed into my truck, grateful that the day was finally coming to an end. Mr. Gibbs reached through the truck window and shoved a wad of bills into my hand for payment. I didn’t bother to count them. I’d take whatever he had to offer in payment. I became a veterinarian to help the animals, not get rich off people. So long as the bills were paid and my nose was above water, I figured I was doing okay.
I thought about Shane all the way home and found him waiting for me when I finally closed my eyes and tried to sleep. In my mind’s eye, he was still seventeen; young, lean, beautiful, his touch gentle and his cock hard.
I wondered what he would look like today after so many years away.
Would he come home now that his mother was dead?
Would he try to see me?
Would he even want to?
Did I want to see him?
And if I did, what would happen when our eyes met?
Would I fall into his arms like a lovesick teenaged girl?
Or would the images of he and Juju’s betrayal flood my mind?
They were questions that went unanswered in my fitful sleep, questions that I knew would still be lingering when I got out of bed in the morning.
I stood in the tiny nook that served as my kitchen staring out the window over the sink as I waited for the Mr. Coffee to finish gurgling. It was just after six, but the sun was already well above the horizon and bringing with it the heat of the day. I could feel the moist air wafting through the open window like the heavy heat of a hair dryer.
The apartment would be sweltering by the time I got home because there was no air conditioning other than the noisy window unit in my bedroom. I usually just left the windows wide open so the air could flow through.
I wasn’t too concerned about anybody climbing in and stealing anything because there wasn’t much to steal. I hadn’t bothered to decorate or furnish the place. It had a “store room” feeling about it and that was just fine with me. Plus, hanging pictures and putting down rugs would mean that I was putting down roots. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that, not here is a little hovel above my practice. Hell, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to stay in Gulf Breeze, even though it had been my home for most of my life, except when I was at Texas A&M getting my degrees.
I had a battered sofa in the living room and one of those old-style, giant big screen TVs that weighed a metric ton. They came with the place and still worked good enough for me. In the kitchen was a small table with two mismatched chairs, the Mr. Coffee, a microwave, and an ancient refrigerator that made noises like a freight train at random times throughout the day and night. The first night I’d slept there it scared the living crap out of me.
I had a single bed and dresser in the tiny bedroom that I’d brought with me from mama’s house. It was the bed from my old bedroom, the one I had slept on when I was a girl. Shane and I had made love in that bed dozens of times when my folks were gone. Silly, but when I lie awake at night sometimes I can feel him next to me, can hear him breathing, can smell the sweat from his young body after he rolled off me after sex. How different things might have been if Shane hadn’t been so free with his cock. I understood he was just a stupid boy and stupid boys do stupid things with their stupid cocks, but goddammit, why did he have to go and fuck Juju Wheeler of all people? I could have asked my ex-husband the same thing because it was catching him fucking Juju in our bed that finally drove me away. Looking back now she did me a favor by fucking Bradley, but she pretty much ruined my dreams by fucking Shane. No, scratch that. Juju was just the common denominator. It was Bradley and Shane that fucked things up. I couldn’t blame Juju for fucking either of them. I had been doing it for years. Still, it wasn’t like she couldn’t get any other man in town with her big blonde hair and big bouncy tits and big puffy lips. Why did she have to zero in on the two men that supposedly belonged to me?
