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She said, "Okay then, let's revisit in two weeks and I'll put the script in anyway just in case you change your mind, okay?"
I smiled and said, "Sounds good."
I crumpled up that paper and threw it in the trash on my way out of the building. I got into my car and went right to the bakery where I got the smallest cupcake they made. I arrived at Sophomore House an hour later with three big and one small box of gourmet cupcakes. I handed the huge boxes over to Winston and took the one off the top and asked, "Is he here?"
"Yeah, he's sleeping. They still have hours before the game, so—Where are you going?" he asked.
I held up the box and said, "Therapy."
I was so chill and not nervous at all when I entered his room, put those cupcakes on the table, and brought one over to that sleeping giant. He was on top of his blankets, sort of passed out there. This would not do. I touched his hand and it twitched. Nothing scary about that. I was right where I wanted to be thirty-five minutes after taking the extra little pill I got from the special menu along with the cupcakes.
His hand felt...amazing. Like...so good. I slid my hand up his arm and his eyes opened. I said, "Hi."
"Hey. You okay?" he asked.
"I brought you cupcakes." I smiled down at him.
He looked so confused. I touched his brow, that crinkled spot between them and said, "Don't frown, Stormy. I'm going to make it all up to you. Right now."
"What did you do in therapy?" he asked. Probably because I was sliding my hands all over him.
Damn. This was a lot of hot, male body to explore. "You feel so good, Stormy. Take this shirt off."
"What?" he asked. "I don't understand."
"This is therapy." I looked at him seriously and then leaned over and put my lips on his. Damn, he had the best lips in the entire fucking world. "You are my therapy. I need you to do this with me."
"Do what?" he asked.
I looked down at him and said what I knew might hurt him, but also might get him into this while I was able to do it without all the extra shit tacked on. If I could do this once, now, aware but without inhibition, then I could do it again. He needed me to keep him alive and I needed to finally start living. I pulled my shirt up and over my head. His eyes went wide. I unlatched the bra and removed it. I pulled his hands to my breasts and said, "Fuck me like I'm the girl you really want to be fucking."
Storm
I was not putting my tongue in her mouth or letting her put hers in mine. Once she took her top and bra off, I got a bit distracted by the boobs again. My dick was awake, and after wanting her for a month, I could have her. I shoved everything else aside. This was an excellent way to go out on top. Part of being in this mess, fucking Essie again, was because of this crazy lady right here. Why not? My new motto in life, why the fuck not?
They must have given her something at the doctor appointment that helped with anxiety, because she showed zero signs of reservation about anything she was doing, including pulling my pants off. "All right, now. Um..."
"You're so big." She reached, put her hand around my dick and then said, "And you've licked me. So many times, and I didn't even send you a thank you basket."
A what?
"That's not necessary but...fuck...okay. I can't exactly argue with that." Not at the moment. Not when her tongue was...wait, didn't she cut her tongue? Was it...who cares? It's her tongue. Didn't seem to be hurting her right now. Not when she was putting her mouth around...whoa, fuck. I closed my eyes, opened them. Was this real? Happening?
Apparently so but, she was not ready for that. I stilled her hips before she could just sit down on my dick and probably hurt us both. "Hold on."
"Are you going to touch me now?" she asked.
"You want that?" I wanted but I also wanted her to say it. Needed her to say it.
"Yes." She tried to sit again. I held her firm in place. "So bad."
I turned her around and brought her against me, her back on my chest. I shifted her legs so she was open, I was between them, but I could touch her so much better this way. "Show me how you touch yourself."
"I don't." She stilled.
"No?" I asked. She shook her head.
Then she reached for my hands and said, "Show me how you touch me."
