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I slip down the bed until I’m settled between her legs. I look up at her, give her a soft smile, and lick her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she says.

I fill her with two fingers as I suck on her clit. It takes no time at all – she’s coming again, and this time, louder. When I move back up her body, she rolls us over and slides her own fingers into me, kissing me deeply as she makes me come with her fingers. After I do, she moves down and takes me into her mouth. I try to make this one last, but it’s no use. I’ve needed her mouth on me for the past two months. I’ve needed her for the past two months. I don’t know what that means. It scares me a little, but right now, I can’t think about that. All I can think about is her; how gorgeous she is, how amazing she is, and how very little I know about her. She pulls me against her body, and we lie there, her holding me this time. I run my hand over her breasts and stomach while I listen to her heart.

“I like when you call me baby,” she says after a long time.

“I like it, too,” I say.

“Can I know something about you now?” she asks.

“Like what?” I say.

“Anything,” she says.

I smile. Then, I start talking.

MONTH 7. PART 2. – I Shouldn’t Go

(POV Escort)

I stand in front of my mirror dressed in my best. No, that’s not right. My best suit was reserved for my aunt’s funeral, and it’s the only one I owned prior to picking up this not-nearly-as-nice one from the department store downtown. I remember staring at it hanging in my closet before the first party. I was planning on wearing it, but I knew she didn’t have much longer. I remember swallowing. I remember the tears in my eyes. I remember thinking about how I’d wear it at her funeral one day. I went to the store that day and picked out this suit.

I tuck my white shirt in. It’s not the same one I’ve worn before – I bought a new one since she’s seen me in the old one. I’d buy a whole new suit, too, but I can’t waste any more money. Besides, she told me to wear jeans and a t-shirt. I zip up the bag I’m bringing with me, knowing that I can’t just show up in my casual wear – I’d be fired on the spot. Then, I get into my old, trusty car and head to the location where I’m then placed into the SUV and driven to the party.

“Hey. We were wondering if you’d be here,” my friend says when she sees me.

“I thought about not coming again, but I need the money,” I say.

“And you need to see her,” she replies. “I think it’s about time you just admit that it’s not all about the money these days.”

“It’s been two months,” I say.

“And she got you flowers,” she replies.

“She got my aunt flowers.”

“She doesn’t even know that you have an aunt,” she says.

“Had,” I correct.

My friend just nods solemnly.

“I’m going to find a room for us,” I say. “I don’t want to wait until she gets here, and then there’s nothing left. There are more women here this time than the last time, I think.”

“You’re right. These are becoming very popular,” she replies.

“If you see her, can you–”

“Tell her where you are?”

“Yes,” I say.

I leave my friend and see her wife approach on my way up the stairs. I quickly find a room and text them both where I am, just in case they can let her know. I only hope she actually still wants me tonight. I know I want her. It’s a strange thing to think that I’ve spent the past two months thinking of someone, and I don’t even know her name. The worst part about it is that my aunt, the most important person in the world to me, passed away after a painful illness, leaving me with debt, a house, and a car, and I have to figure out what to do with all of it. I owe it to her. I would have done anything for her. If only I’d just been born a doctor with the ability to cure cancer, I think as I change out of my suit and into a t-shirt and jeans, tucking my suit away for later. There’s a knock at the door, our secret knock. I smile, thinking only of her in that moment. I walk to the door, take a deep breath, and open it.

“Hi, baby,” she says, and it’s so soft, I almost don’t hear it.

“Hi,” I reply, smiling at the term of endearment neither of us should really be using.

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