Catching Fire Pt. 13

Author's Foreword: This series has themes of romance, sex, friendship, humor, safe and consensual BDSM, and above all, intimacy and the concept of memory. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. I want you, reader, to come away with more empathy, appreciation, and joy for yourself and others than you began. As I did when writing this.

Note on Part 13: I decided to play with storytelling methods a bit, and I hope that it's effective without being confusing or boring - pacing is always a tough one to get right.

On another note, it's bittersweet to accept that there's probably not too much further to go in this series before the natural conclusion. I don't want to rush the end, but it can't drag on forever if I want it to be a story worth reading. And if certain parts went past that one summer... the story wouldn't be as true to life as it deserves. Just pray that this overly verbose pile of lust, longing, and duct tape holds together enough to make it to where it needs to be and lands mostly rightside-up.

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***Early Fall***

"Welcome, everyone! I hope you all had a good summer, even if good summers are always unreasonably hot and shorter than you expect. This is Psychology 330: Human Sexuality. Or, as I'm sure most of you have heard it referred to, 'Dirty Three-Thirty.' I know, I know, I'll wait." The professor smiled and shook his head, waiting for the chuckling to die down in the lecture hall. I sat in the back in a mostly empty row. It was a large room even for the hundred or so students like myself, with at least a few seats between everyone and their neighbor - barring the exception of a few nauseating couples.

"Okay, everyone settled? Good. As I was saying, this is Human Sexuality. You probably signed up for this because everyone's curious at this age and all that and you heard it was an 'Easy A' in the humanities, which is true. It's an Easy A because I don't want a topic this important to your young lives, or the lives of the people you will encounter, to be anything but welcoming. We all have the potential to do a great deal of harm by how we express our sexuality and understand the sexuality of others... and a great deal of good, thankfully."

Though outwardly unassuming, he was an engaging lecturer that seemed to actually care about the topic and teaching. He was tall and rake-thin with a sleek, light-brown ponytail, and gold-rimmed glasses that he took off and put back on frequently. I wish I remembered his name.

"Sexuality is a tricky subject to navigate because of how subjective everyone's experiences and outlooks are. But it's also wonderfully connecting because of the universality of such experiences: they happen! You're all here somehow, after all. What's more, sexuality is often shared, as well as informed and enriched by the sharing. Or at least, that's the goal, right?" More laughter.

He said a few more light, gentle jokes, trying to put everyone at ease about a charged subject. I didn't want to be there. I felt hollow. I needed the credit to stay on track to graduate, and it was the only course that fit in my schedule.

The light coming through the window glinted and scattered off the dust motes. Like shimmering dust on skin. The same light made the hair of an athletic girl glow a particular shade of blonde. When she turned to talk to someone, her profile didn't fit the daydream I'd slipped into, and I tried to shake it off. A petite girl a few rows ahead of me nibbled her pencil in a certain way. Eight or ten chairs to my right, a sorority princess with dark hair and perfect coffee skin glanced over at me momentarily before we both looked away as quickly. I didn't feel good about what she probably saw; I can't eat or sleep much when I'm depressed. At least I was clean and dressed up in comparison to most of the sweats-clad guys in there, even if it was just jeans and a black tee-shirt. Like I'd worn at the party Alex dragged me to. Might have been the same clothes, in fact. I pretended not to notice as she looked over at me again.

The details I could smell were as insidious as the ones I could see. When I'd first walked into the room, someone in the front row had been sipping chai. The warm, complex, sweet scent had made my heart skip a beat, made me want to look for wide, bright, shy brown eyes that weren't there. Even after I trudged up the stadium seating to sit in the back by the high-set windows, there were too many perfumes and other smells drifting up to me. I couldn't pick any one of them out from the other for more than a moment, but I thought I smelled ozone. I tried to focus on that scouring aroma while pretending not to remember when I'd last smelled it. Trying to bleed some of it away, I scribbled in a small notebook I always kept near me.

Spring ends, summer bolts out of the gate.

Rain-on-sidewalk petrichor and new leaf sap,

pollen,

and lilac perfume;

one small request like a rock thrown in a pond,

ripples of choices racing

all the way to shore

at the speed of a

slow

first

kiss.

I wouldn't look at that scribble again for almost two decades.

The lecture hall was too hot. It was getting hard to breathe. But at least it was quiet compared to the campus sidewalks and quad. I heard a songbird outside, and recalled a dawn chorus at the end of a glorious night. I shut my eyes to hear it better. If I left my eyes closed too long, though, everything else boiled up without warning. I tried to come back to the present, to listen to the lecture, but I was drifting in and out. Forgetting would be hard.

"What we'll focus on," the professor continued, becoming more serious, "besides the physical, psychological, and social *basics* of the topic is to teach you that, while sexuality is a universal aspect of human experience, everyone is fundamentally unique and multifaceted. Every single person in this room has a different experience and expression of sexuality. It's important to have the healthiest version of your own that you can, and to seek out and nurture the healthiest version in other people. It's also important to know that everyone else is navigating the same strange and difficult and hopefully rewarding path - with or without the knowledge that you will have."

I liked that. I'd been taking notes as he spoke, quickly scrawling in my notebook on the page after the poem. I think it's most telling that I wrote it there, in the one I kept in my breast pocket, rather than my class notes.

"So. If you leave this course with more empathy and kindness and appreciation for yourself and others than you began... then we'll all have done what we ought to have done here. To help demonstrate that, I'd like to conduct a little icebreaker. Everyone, please take out a blank sheet of paper." At the instruction I felt my guts turn to ice.

"Okay," he said over the audience's nervous rustling as he talked, "First things first: don't write your name! That's very important! Now. I want everyone to take the next ten minutes to write down something about their sexuality that you feel is unique to you, or that you appreciate about yourself or others, or a recent positive sexual or sensual experience. Don't worry, I'm not going to read these to the class or anything. Still, no identifying information or explicit descriptions. You KNOW what I mean, you delinquents! Afterwards, please fold them and drop them in this paper bag up front, and on your way out the door today I would like everyone to take one piece of paper with them at random, read it *when you get home,* and reflect on it before you put it in the trash."

Oh, it was going in the trash, alright.

"When you're writing, remember: this can be anything, not just simple sexual acts. Think a bit harder. Maybe it's a quality you find attractive in a person. Maybe it's something you do to show interest in another person. Maybe it was a good experience over the summer? Maybe it's a story you read that made you think or feel something you hadn't expected. You've all signed the waiver, so let's be honest and kind, here. You're going to be reading someone else's real thoughts, and my hope is that you see something in them that makes you think: 'Wow, this is a *real* person.' Ready? Ten minutes, go!" I heard the scratching of pencils and pens, awkward giggles and the like before people got serious and actually wrote.

When I folded my sheet of paper up into a small square to put it in the offered brown bag, it was blank. It was going to be a very long semester.

***

***Mid Summer***

Sarah, 12:15am: Home safe! Wish I didn't have to go to a breakfast thing with my folks in the morning :(

Erin, 12:16am: Wish you could have stayed, too. It's so lovey-dovey when you do. Thanks for texting me. I only worry when it's late like this. Sweet dreams!

Sarah, 12:16am: Oh, I will. You too :)

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Erin, 7:14am: So, have fun?

Sarah, 7:15am: OMG YES! Every time!! You? Was the Silence game okay? I wasn't sure when you were making all those sounds.

Erin, 7:16am: Lol, it was awesome. He knew it would kill me to have to just watch you two for so long. Sorry you couldn't stay after. Luke made sure I was more than okay. Like always.

Sarah, 7:17am: Good. I'm fired up again just thinking about it. Luke had fun too, I hope?

Erin, 7:17am: Are you actually serious? XD I'll ask him when he wakes up. Our fella's all tuckered out.

Sarah, 7:17am: Aww. I like that: Our fella.

Erin, 7:18am: Mmmhm. Me too. I think he's earned a special wake-up. He really likes it when I do him a favor like that. Of course, so do I. Shh, don't tell ;)

Sarah, 7:20am: Ugh, wish I was there to help. Make him groan for me. But do it better than me. Do it like you do!

Erin, 7:20am: I don't know what you're talking about, you're amazing. We rave about you all the time to each other. Why do you think we keep inviting you back?

Sarah, 7:20am: Wish I had someone to rave to. You are quite the sexy pair.

Erin, 7:22am: You are too cute. And you will soon, I know it. Speaking of pairs, btw, all our schedules don't always line up, like this morning. And I'm out later this week; you know how it goes. Plus now that Luke has been even more fun since he only cums with me or the two of us, I don't want the poor guy to go blue or explode, hehe. So... if you wanted to do anything just you and Luke once in a while, I'm okay with it now that we're all more comfortable together. It's been more than a few times, after all. Just ask me first though, cuz I got dibs.

Sarah: 7:25am: Really?!?! Yes! I'm free in a couple of days and that would be amazing for me. And yeah, of course I'll ask you first! Don't wanna cut in line : D

Erin, 7:25am: I thought you'd like that :) So, besides you and Luke together, maybe you and I could spend a little just-us-ladies time, too? He's usually working during the day, and I'm all out of course prep work now so I'm kinda available... Waddya say? Pretty please? <3

Sarah, 7:25am: Wow. That would be VERY new to me. But I can't think of anyone else I'd like to try that with. <3

Erin, 7:26am: Oh thank God! I was so so so nervous texting that.

Sarah, 7:26am: Aaah! Same! You know, I was going to get out of bed, but now I think I'll stay here just a little bit longer to take care of something.

Erin, 7:26am: I think I need to get rid of some tension now, too. Lucky for me, I've got a Luke to play with. Jealous?

Sarah, 7:26am: Maybe. Meanie. Why would you do this to me?

Erin, 7:27am: Because it's fun teasing you. And teasing is something I really like doing. Gets me wet.

Sarah, 7:27am: Tease me now, then. Get nice and wet for him. And me. I'm texting with one hand btw

Erin, 7:28am: Ooh. I like that. Thank you, Honey. Here's how this morning is going to go. You're going to make yourself cum in bed, then you're going to do it again in the shower because I know you won't be able to stop thinking about it. When you're finally staring at yourself in the mirror and getting ready, I'll be staring at his nice shoulders while my clit's squirming under his tongue. Think about us while you put on mascara.

Sarah, 7:28am: fuck yes

Erin, 7:29am: While you're riding in the car with your parents this morning, I'll be begging him to stop even though I'll be holding his head in place with my thighs. When you're making small talk over coffee, I'm going to be getting fucking *railed* by the best dick you've ever had. Your words last night, by the way. We loved that, you dirty little slut.

Sarah, 7:29am: more

Erin, 7:29am: I want you to wear bracelets to your little thing today so they remind you of how you and I were handcuffed together last night. How my tongue felt in your mouth while he filled your pussy, teasing you deep and slow. How I kissed you and bit you and fingered you until you squealed.

Sarah, 7:29am: yes almost there

Erin, 7:29am: I'm going to drain his balls inside me. All mine. But if you were here, I'd make sure to feed you after while he held you down. You're so cute when you're trying to swallow and scream at the same time. Are you there yet, Sarah?

Sarah, 7:30am: fuck

Erin, 7:30am: I'm so wet. His cock tastes just like you right now. And me. He gets hard so fast.

Sarah, 7:32am: came omg

Erin, 7:32am: Aw. Cute little Baby Bird. I'm so glad, Sweetie. Suck your fingers for me so you can taste us, too. Talk soon. Now if you'll excuse me, time to rise and shine ;)

***

Wet, sliding affection. Delicate kisses and firm strokes. Small hands, restless tongue. Enveloping, encouraging warmth. My foreskin rolling down and back up as lewd noises welcomed me in an unhurried way.

"Luke?" Erin whispered, "Luke, wake up for me?" When my eyes opened for the first time that day, I saw Erin watching me carnivorously, teasing me upright.

"Mmm," I sighed, "I hope I'm not dreaming." She crawled up my chest to throw her leg over my ribs, kissing and biting and licking as she went. It was her bedhead hair and extravagant freckles of her skin, the smell of both, the hellcat warmth of her body that excited me beyond the promise of sex.

"I don't want to sleep in," she murmured, "Not when you're here."

"What'd you have in mind," I asked, stroking her firm ass and muscular legs. I bit gently at her neck. She rubbed her cheek against mine, then spoke quietly against me. Oddly, she seemed a little shy.

"I want... I want you to eat me out. Then... fuck me, but be sweet with me. You know? I like sharing with Sarah, but I still want you to myself sometimes. She's home safe, by the way, we texted last night. Remind me to show you later. I think you'll be happy about it." I found her hair with one hand and held her to me for a long kiss.

"I will. Thanks for checking on Sarah, too. And I know what you want," I said carefully, "Because I want it, too. After all... you're my Summer, Erin." I felt a flush spread over her body, saw the bashful smile and widening eyes.

"Ooh. Good words. I like those words. Good boy."

"Come here," I said, lips to her temple.

"I don't see how I could get more 'here,' Silly."

"Guess I'll have to show you." I guided her down to the bed and on to her back, then prowled my way down her body until I could grip her legs and kiss her properly. She sighed and scooted further back up the bed, making me follow her.

"Look at this goddess," I enthused, teasing her with tongue-tip flicks and nearly chaste kisses.

"Breakfast in bed," I chuckled, unsuccessfully trying to dodge as she whacked me.

"Sorry," I smirked, "I'll be good." Promise made, I got back to what I loved doing. She sighed, pressing her hips forward to me. I felt her legs wrap over my shoulders, then around my neck. Her fingers laced together on the back of my head, pulling me closer to her.

"Fuck," she moaned, "I can't believe this used to feel dirty to me. All thanks to you, Handsome. Oh shit, whatever you're doing, keep doing it." Her chin tilted back, and her breaths began to stutter. I kept going until nothing that came out of her mouth made sense. It was a long, gentle, wet time for us before I let her go.

"Here," I urged, "roll over." I did most of the work, arranging her with her perky little ass raised up on a pillow. Laying back down, I let my mouth have its way with all of her again until I was aching and sore and she was nothing but a limp, quivering, insensate puddle.

After leaving a kiss on her tailbone and wiping my mouth on the bed, I slid up until I was laying fully over her, my hands grasping hers and pressing her into the bed with my body, my cock making itself known.

"How are you feeling, Baby?" I asked at her temple. She whimpered and pressed against me as her response. I sat back on her hips and began running my hands over her in luxuriant strokes.

"God, you're a *furnace.* You know I love it when you rub me, but... I can't wait," she pleaded, grinding her ass up against me, "I want to see you, too. I need to watch you *slamming* into me while you hold me down with those big paws of yours."

"Yes ma'am," I growled. Still, I took a little time in letting my hands find and untie a few of the biggest knots under her skin. Then I flipped her over and let her guide me in. Once I started to stretch her, her eyes opened for the first time in quite a while as she breathed deeply with pleasure, panting out heated encouragement as she watched me.

Our rhythm was strong and youthful, yet experienced enough to be gentle when needed, and I felt every part of me sing to feel our fire build together. Our sexes, hips, hands, eyes, mouths called to each other, rejoiced at each reunion. My hands found her clit and rubbed in time with my thrusts. Her nails gouged me wherever she could reach. We were relatively quiet at first, then unabashedly loud. She eventually found my shoulders with her legs, pulling me to her and fixing me with a bone-melting stare. She nodded slightly, crooked her finger at me, and slowly ground her hips against me in a sultry figure-eight challenge. Gauntlet thrown.

I raised her legs high and gripped her ankles in one hand, bending her backwards like a bow against the bed. My other hand never stopped strumming her clit senseless. I gave her nowhere to run from me, pinning her pussy to the bed over and over again, gentle to rough and everything in-between, driving out every breath and thought.

It started with a low moan, then a cry that built into a tender ferocity. Eventually, she was reduced to near-silent, high-pitched gasps and squeaks of pleasure from each full, untiring thrust inside her. I don't know when I joined her in white-hot, noisy ecstasy, just that we kept going long afterwards. When we stopped, sweating and shaking, the only sounds were our breathing and each other's names. I let her legs down to the bed and squeezed her glistening, quivering body to me with one arm, kneeling back on my feet and letting her straddle me upright.

"What did you say earlier," she gasped, "About summer? About me?"

"I said you're my Summer," I replied, equally out of breath, kissing her small breasts. She wriggled and giggled and kissed me, shoving gently so we rolled over together with her on top, never leaving our union. She sat up, fingertips tracing light patterns on my shoulders and face. One of her fingers went to my mouth, and I sucked at it as I flexed inside her, making her gasp and laugh and slap my shoulder with her other hand.

"Write that down for me?" she asked suddenly, "Please? In your next little note? Those words are mine now, after all. Can't have 'em back." Another laugh bubbled up from her.

God help me, those eyes and that face behind those curls. And she was so wonderfully happy. Seeing her like that was everything I wanted.

"I can do that," I said, feeling the butterflies shiver inside me, then reaching up to run my thumb along her cheekbone. She smiled and kissed my hand, then suddenly raised herself off me with a squelch, making both of us moan.

"Now I'm going to make sure you remember it. Oh, and read those while I do. If you can," she smirked, passing her phone to me so I could see her texts with Sarah. She turned and laid down over my body to reach me better and treat me to a view at the same time. Her lips slid down my shaft, slick from our mingled honey and cream, until her tongue was squirming at my base. She was proud and eager to show off her new deepthroating skill for me. Her muted moan traveled into me, came out of my mouth, went back into her as I kissed her exposed, messy pussy; a closed loop of pleasure.

"Besides," she said, coming up with a wet cough and giving a wanton slurp, "Can't have you thinking you're in charge all the time." I tried to read as fast as I could in the few moments left before she made me forget how.

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***Mid Summer***

Sarah, 5:02pm: Hi!

Sarah, 6:51pm: Um, Hi again?

Luke, 6:51pm: Hey! Sorry, I didn't see your text until now. Family friends came by for dinner with my folks. They just left. What's up?

Sarah, 6:52pm: Did Erin talk with you about the pears thing the other day?

Luke, 6:52pm: I guess not? Can't say I've ever thought about involving food, but if that's what you're into, I can certainly try.

Sarah, 6:52pm: Ducking autocorrect. Pairs! Lol

Luke, 6:52pm: Haha, I know. Just teasing you. And yes, she certainly did. Count me very much in.

Sarah, 6:52pm: You're terrible! Fun, but terrible.

Luke, 6:52pm: I've been frequently informed that I'm the worst. I assume you have something in mind?

Sarah, 6:52pm: I sure do. When would you like to come over? Tonight, I mean.

Luke, 6:52pm: I'm free all evening. But would you like to go do something casual first? I'd feel weird otherwise, I think. Nothing crazy, just do something together with our clothes on, ya know?

Sarah, 6:53pm: Erin warned me about you! ;) Yeah, that sounds nice. Like what?

Luke, 6:54pm: How about a walk by the eastside lake? Lots of birds, quiet, really pretty in the evening. And close to your place.

Sarah, 6:55pm: I'd like that. A short walk by the lake. SHORT.

Luke, 6:57pm: Haha. Erin did say that she was making sure you were extra frustrated lately.

Sarah, 6:58pm: Not for long.

Luke, 6:58pm: Spicy little you. I've been saving up, you know. Been a few days. I feel like I'm made of fire.

Sarah, 6:59pm: I want it all. I'm going crazy. I keep thinking about you and Erin. And Silence.

Luke, 6:59pm: Oh really? Do you want that kind of night, Pretty Bird?

Sarah, 6:59pm: I do, for a little while at the beginning while I'm feeling frustrated enough to be extra brave. Then I want to just forget all that and fuck each other's brains out because I haven't gotten to with you yet and I want to know what that's like SO bad. Erin is just so goddamn happy all the time. And I guess I also want to feel... held, after. Does that make sense? Is that okay?

Luke, 7:00pm: Of course! I want the same, you know. You're perfect.

Sarah, 7:00pm: <3 <3 <3 For Silence, can it be something hot but, like, gentle? I'm still not as good as Erin.

Luke, 7:00pm: Aw, Birdie. Stop that. It's not about being 'good' or anything. It's about being you. I've been paying attention and I think I have a feel for how you and Erin are different. I'll do my best. Promise. Hot, yet gentle ;)

Sarah, 7:00pm: Mm. You're really something else. Can't wait.

Luke, 7:01pm: Same goes. I have some ideas I think you'll like. You remember your safe word, right?

Sarah, 7:01pm: Yes. Flamingo. What did you do to me, Luke? I'm shaking a little. And dripping a lot.

Luke, 7:01pm: Good. You're supposed to be.

Sarah, 7:02pm: You're coming over NOW, aren't you? I'm seriously losing it!

Luke, 7:02pm: See you in twenty minutes. I want you to warm up until I arrive. Leave the door unlocked. I'll let you know it's me. We're going to do a few things before we go for our walk. When we get back, the real fun starts.

Sarah, 7:04pm: Yes, Sir.

Luke, 7:04pm: Good girl, Sarah.

Sarah, 7:04pm: Hurry!!! <3

***

Back from our walk, I closed the door behind us and locked it with a promising clunk. Sarah fidgeted in place, barely meeting my eyes; her excitement and anxiety were fighting tooth and nail.

"Doing okay?" I asked, stepping close, "Feeling ready?"

"Yes," she said, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she kicked off her shoes, "Great, just surprised. That felt really... dirty. In a fun way." She took off her high-cropped cardigan and tossed it onto a chair. Her parents' empty house smelled incredibly clean and sounded quiet, the place filled wall to wall with books and art and hanging carpets. She was wearing a short, casual dress of deep green paisley that went well with her mocha skin and dark hair, her nearly-black eyes and barely-there makeup. I reached out and gently squeezed one of her ample, pert breasts, grinning when I felt the secret behind the fabric, rubbing it gently with my thumb.

"Fuck, why is that so good?" she gasped, putting her hands on my shoulders, "Do it again." I obliged on the other side before gradually feeling my way down her body, taking my time on her small, soft belly, her dimpled hips, her thick thighs and ass, and finally reaching under and lifting the hem to play with her shy yet roaringly hot and soaking womanhood. When I got there, she made a tiny whimper of need, and I tugged lightly on the toy I'd given her to get a louder groan.

"Tell me what you want tonight, Birdie," I said, low and slow as I kissed her between breaths, "Whatever it is, let me help you with it. You just have to tell me, and I'll take care of you. Trust me." Erin wanted to be a brat and then brought to heel for it. Sarah, on the other hand, wanted to be taken care of and told how to please someone else. She was the star student in the front of the class, desperate to know how to earn an A; feverish for extra credit even when she couldn't possibly be more perfect.

"I... I don't know. I want you to... I... oh, this is embarrassing! I don't know what to say!"

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," I insisted, holding her close, "You're doing great. Just be honest. Take your time. We're not in a rush." She tucked herself against me. For what felt like a long time, it was just our heartbeats and a clock somewhere in the house. I stroked her hair and waited.

"I keep thinking about how you made Erin confess," she whispered, "It was... incredible to watch. She was so sexy. But I'm nervous about myself. I'm worried I'll say something dumb or kill the mood."

"Shh," I urged, kissing her gently and putting her hands in mine, "Forget all that. I think I know what will help you; I'm taking more charge for a bit until you feel more comfortable. Where's a good place for us to be tonight?"

"My room?" she said cautiously. I smiled at her and kissed her again. She was so easy to melt into, and I felt her mirror that feeling against me, molding her pliant self to my body; soft meeting hard.

"Lead the way, Pretty Bird," I said, letting go of one of her hands so that she was able to take me past the entryway. She smiled before turning and drawing me further into the house, giving a chirp of approval when I pinched her.

"Bathroom's across the hall," she said nervously, "Sorry about the mess in my room, I tried to clean but couldn't really focus because -MMMPH.... mmmm" My lips stopped hers, and I stayed with her until I felt her relax.

"Ready?" I asked, finally breaking contact. She nodded and began to shakily reach behind her to undo her dress.

"No," I instructed calmly, "Not yet. When it's time, I'll do it."

"Okay. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. You feel braver when Erin's around, don't you?" I asked, "Why is that?" She blinked rapidly.

"I... I don't know."

"Hey. You're safe. It's okay. I know you can do better than that, Birdie. I know you can. Just try. Talk to me. Please."

"I'm so nervous looking at you," she laughed quietly, fiddling with anything on me she could touch. A notion occurred to me, and I paid attention to it because it was true.

"Wanna know a secret?" I asked.

"I guess so?"

"I feel the same way. I'm braver with you when she's around, too. She's so confident, and she gives us both something to focus on besides ourselves. Right now I'm hoping I can live up to whatever it is you've been wanting and thinking for so long. You have *such* a mind, body, so much through-and-through beauty... You're glorious. I'm still shocked that we're both here like this. So yeah, I'm nervous too. But I think we can be brave for each other. It's worth it." I looked her in the eye.

"That does help," she replied after a long moment, "And yeah. I think I know what I want, now."

"What's that?"

"You just confessed to me. I want you to make me confess to you," she husked, "Like you did with Erin. But in a way that fits... me. Y'know? Like we talked about?"

"I think I do," I said with my lips brushing against her neck. I moved behind her and slowly undid the small hooks on the back of her dress, one at a time, top to bottom, then just as slowly slipped the straps off her shoulders, tugging it past her insistently feminine curves and down to the floor. I knelt behind her and gently bit at her callipygian swells before I stood up. She brought my hands around her body, silently begging me to caress her.

I moved around her to take in the view, fingers trailing along and never leaving her. I'd given her something to wear on our walk, and forbidden her any underwear. She had an adjustable clamp on each nipple, with a thin chain connecting them. In the middle of the chain was a small hoop of metal and another, longer chain clipped to it. That longer chain culminated in a third clamp that was gently attached to the hood of her clitoris. I tickled the tip with my forefinger and kissed her through her light moans.

"Beautiful," I said quietly, "Absolutely beautiful. Nothing but a cardigan and some thin, tight cotton hiding it. Let's make sure nothing came loose on our walk. Hands on your head." As she complied, I adjusted the small pins on each clamp to tighten them, enjoying the way she whined at the turning of the screw while also pressing her body towards me rather than flinching away.

"Kneel, please. Hands stay behind your head. Arch your back a bit so you're showing off for me. Chain should be a little tight but not too much. There you go. So you want me to make you confess? Let's start with the obvious: did you like knowing things and feeling things nobody else did, walking around like that?" I began to slowly undress myself, keeping my eyes on hers rather than the outrageous body that she was offering to me - another way to convey control and domination in the confident yet gentle manner she liked.

"A little," she said, watching me hungrily, "But I was pretty scared we'd get caught."

"It was possible. Were you excited, though?"

"Yes, as long as I kept thinking about getting back home and what we'd do later."

"And how did it feel, having your nipples and clit pinched and connected?" I tugged lightly on the chain, confident I knew the answer.

"Incredible," she sighed, flushing slightly.

"I thought so. You seemed to really enjoy it even from the first time you tried one. That's why I brought it for you today." As her breathing became slightly faster and deeper, her relatively large breasts moved more emphatically, tugging at the chain that much more, changing her breathing even further. She shuddered slightly, a full-body display that forced my blood to reroute.

"You've been pretty frustrated lately. What do you do about it?" I asked, taking my time to meticulously fold my clothes and place them on top of her dresser, deliberately staying in her sight. I stood in front of her so she could see me get hard just from looking at her and listening to her. I stroked myself slowly, watching her fixate on what she wanted so badly.

"I think about what I've done with you. What I want to do," she said, "Erin a little. All three of us a lot. But you mostly."

"Oh? Doing what?"

"Everything."

"Come on, Sarah. you can do better than that. And you're going to have to, if you don't want to get disciplined," I lightly drew my finger along her jaw as a reminder before continuing, "I don't want to, you know that. So: tell me exactly what you think about."

"I think about that first time," she said, a distant look in her eye, "When Erin told me to show you what I could do. When I first orgasmed just from... cum."

"More detail, Birdie. Tell me."

"It was the first time I really had you to myself, even if I was watching you two as I did. Your bodies were incredible in that bit of moonlight coming in. Kissing each other. The way your eyes glowed together and how strong and fit you both looked. How small she was compared to you. And I... I felt *powerful* when I realized I could make your chin tilt back and your breath leave your lungs when I did certain things. And then..."

"Show me," I said, bringing myself to her lips, "Hands stay on your head, Pretty Bird." She began with broad, slow, long slurps for each ball before dragging her tongue up my shaft, her eyes closed and the chains pulled taut across her body. I briefly let her take me into her mouth, long enough for her to push my foreskin down with her swirling tongue and bring it back with a hard suck, allowing her little sounds of relief and excitement to course through me for a moment before I pulled back. She licked her lips and stared up at me with growing, growling frustration.

"Good. What else about that first time?"

"When I *knew* you were about to cum, I pulled off to let it happen and go all over my hands like I've always done with guys before, but then I looked up at you when I heard you say my name. You were just so... impressive. Laying there and looking at me. And you needed me so badly, I could tell. Suddenly all I wanted was you back inside me. I couldn't help it. Then you came so, so much and I didn't want to choke, so I swallowed as fast as I could. I remember how loud it sounded when I was gulping it down. And then... the electric feeling when I felt it. I came so fuckin' HARD. I think I screamed on your cock, and that made you cum even more. I know Erin saw it. Then the way you and Erin kissed, and I just wanted to be part of that *so badly.* And then you pulled me up to you..."

"Mm. I remember. You were amazing. I'm not surprised you think about that to get off."

"Works every time, except I get hand cramps after a while," she said, making us both laugh. I helped her to her feet, enjoying the prodding of her jewelry against me before I guided her onto her large bed, steering her easily onto her back with another kiss.

"Let's give your hands a break, then," I said, folding her knees up towards her shoulders, "You're going to hold these for me."

"I don't get to keep blowing you?" she complained. She moaned loud and long as I began with a slow, dragging, consuming lick.

"Not yet. Do you like how I eat you?" I asked innocently.

"What gave it away?" she laughed, and I squeezed her thighs.

"Just a hunch," I said with a grin before getting back to it in earnest. Looking up to see her impossible curves, the chains, her mouth open and eyes closed in ecstasy, I felt my body forget its own nervousness and begin to thrum with strength and purpose the longer I kept at her; the louder and more unhinged I made her become.

"You're so fucking warm," she moaned, "How?! I feel like you're going to burn me!"

"Tell me how you play with yourself," I murmured when I eventually came up for a moment before resuming.

"Not fair," she moaned, getting louder and more urgent as she continued, "You're making it... SO difficult. Fuck! I - I don't know! I... I like rubbing my clit light and fast, not hard. I think about you sliding inside me, filling me no matter where you are. When I think about Erin moaning into my pussy while you fuck her, I taste myself so I can imagine it's her. I think about you between my tits, cumming all over them, about Erin licking it all off me and feeding it back to - oh fuck - to me! Don't stop! I think about your balls slapping me while you fuck me from behind because it's my favorite! When I want to finish and - goddammit, Luke! - and nobody's home, I put my ass in the air and scream into my pillow while I stuff m-m-myself; FUCK! YES!"

"Very, very good, Birdie. That's a sweet confession from a sweet little pet like you. But what are you supposed to call me when we play Silence?" I prompted, tugging a few times on the chains connecting across her body. She lurched and gasped with every pull.

"Sir! I call you Sir! Make me cum for you, Sir, please, I can't get teased ANY longer!"

"Good girl."

I brought my hand up and thrust in with a two fingers, going straight to her G-spot and massaging furiously. With the other, I kept tension on her chains and clamps. She shook violently for a moment before crying out in a raw voice. I rubbed lighter and faster, slipping each finger past the other and back again, nudging her rigid clit with my tongue. She gasped for air, held it, gasped again, like she was about to drown.

"Something!" she sobbed, "Something's... oh my God!" A sudden eruption of squirting fluid coated my face, drenching my short beard and the bed. She made a small, half-choked scream of ecstasy and horror.

"Oh FUCK! No, no, no! Luke!" she gasped, hands going to her face in shock, "No! I'm sorry! I didn't... I'm -"

"You're absolutely fucking perfect. Do it again, Sarah," I growled, "Squirt for me. Time for your pussy to confess to me, too." I dove back into her sweltering valley, my mouth and hands bringing her back to speed, hijacking her reaction before her embarrassment could get the better of her. It worked. Without a word from me, she grabbed firm hold of her breasts and my hair, squeezing hard and screaming as she baptized me a second time. Then a third.

When I stopped, the only place left to dry my face and hands on was her upper stomach and breasts, so I helped myself to both. I pulled her from the bed and tossed a half-ruined blanket to the wooden floor.

"Kneel here and face me," I said, feeling a fierce pride and possessiveness as she struggled to catch her breath and half-fell to her knees. I sat on the edge of the bed and brought her to me by her hair, though I hardly needed to. She was already desperate to go wherever I directed her. Behind her was a cheap, rectangular standing mirror on the wall that let me see the long parallel muscles of her back, the full sweep of her hips as it plumped out over her calves and feet. My erection was like steel, and I didn't have to guide her mouth to it before she attempted to worship it. I held her away from me.

"Beg for it, Birdie," I urged, "I want to hear how much you want it."

"Let me please you, Sir," she said frantically, "Please. I want to suck your cock so bad. It was all I could think about when you were making me cum. Tell me anything you want me to do. I want to be perfect!"

"Good girl. Perfect girl. Blow me until I tell you to stop, then titfuck me behind that chain. Say 'Yes, Sir.'"

"Yes, Sir," she gasped, then began making good on her word, abandoning herself to the simple pleasure of sucking dick very, very well.

"That's it," I said, straining to get coherent words out as she unleashed pent-up savagery on me, "You've been *desperate* for me, haven't you? Every time you stop to breathe, tell me exactly how much you love it." She complied, unconsciously swaying her hips in time with her hands.

"I can't stop thinking about it, how thick and long and hard it is," she mumbled, lips never quite leaving me, thin fingers stroking the shaft and balls, "My mouth and pussy have felt so *empty* for days." She went back down.

"Very good, Sarah. Nice and deep," I encouraged, staying still to let her try to deepthroat me on her own. The absolute thrill of an eager and trusting pet was intoxicating and freeing. It was rapture to watch her give in so fully, feel her experiment and explore without a trace of worry because she trusted me. Just as Erin did, but so differently; two sides of the submissive coin.

Sarah and I dragged out each movement and sound and sensation until the room was a lustful cacophony of excess. She twitched and came up gasping.

"I saw you orgasm in the mirror again, Sarah. You were fingering yourself. What did you love about that?" I asked, "Confess."

"How I can feel every throb and pulse on my tongue. How I can't breathe with you so far in," she coughed, "It's so fucking hot, choking on your dick. I want more, Sir!"

"As much as you like. You know you can text me whenever you like and I'll be here as soon as I can, right?"

"I dunno," she laughed, pausing to toy with me in her hands, "I don't think you'd get much done. Or any sleep. Plus Erin has dibs."

"True," I smirked, "I wouldn't want the angel on one shoulder to piss off the devil on the other."

"I have a fantasy about that, actually. Though I *will* be booty-calling you more often, I think."

"Tell me while you titfuck me." She gave a final suckle before adjusting to slide my shaft between her double-handful breasts, trapped behind the tiny, straining chain between her swollen nipples. She drooled a long waterfall of spit down on me before beginning a slow, rolling, wave-like stroking.

"I want you and Erin to go to a nice, dressed-up date. She teases you so bad you're ready to put her face-down on a table. Then, just before you give in to that frustration, I want her to say she has a surprise for you in the parking garage across the street. When you get there, I want you to find me waiting for you. And..."

"Go on, Pretty Bird. We'll make it happen if you tell me."

"Then she'll say how she's your devil and I'm the angel. She teases you and I relieve you. And I'll start by saying how sorry I am for how she treated you and suck every last drop of cum out of you in the back of a car while she watches right up close."

"I love that," I rasped like a dog straining at the leash.

"And then you both take me home and see who gets to be the devil and angel next. Like it?"

"Very, very much. I think there's a lot of potential in that game. Well done, Birdie... And Jesus, just look at you."

Her eyes made their way to mine, and she smiled broadly to see me in the deepest pleasure. I'd wanted a chained titfuck for as long as I'd been having such thoughts, and hearing her own lewd little fantasy was bringing me right to the edge. I was tempted to think about something else to prolong it, but I wanted to be in the unique moment, so I let the pressure build in me. I was close, and then Sarah suddenly stopped, wincing.

"Um..." she wavered.

"Are you okay?"

"Flamingo?" she said tentatively.

"What is it?" I said quickly, "What's wrong? We can fix it."

"This is really fun," she said in a rush, "But I'm getting sore. From the clamps. Can we..."

"Of course! Yeah, here, I'll help." I quickly detached them all, tossing the apparatus to the nightstand. She sighed in relief.

"Better?" I asked, anxiously searching her face. Thankfully, she smiled.

"Mmhm," she smiled, "Much better. I like them a lot, they've just been on for a while."

"Yeah, of course," I reassured her, feeling a little chagrined, "I should have kept track. Thanks for telling me, Sarah."

"You can go back to calling me 'Birdie' again," she said throatily, coming up and kissing me feverishly, her hands again finding my hair, "I'm okay... More than okay. I think they'd feel better if you kissed them. Gently." I readily agreed, enjoying her sighs as I thought of a new idea. I walked over to the long, cheap mirror on the wall and stood right next to it.

"Come here," I said urgently, "I'm still close. You know what to do." She crawled over and sucked with rapidly growing expertise and abandon. It wasn't long before I was ready. I pulled away from her entrancing mouth and jerked myself vigorously.

"Face the mirror," I said tightly, "Close up. Hands and knees. Tongue out. Yes! Fuck!" Seconds after she'd made it, I let the dam burst. In long, looping arcs. I coated Sarah's reflection, the milky strands already beginning to slide down the looking glass at face-height. Sarah groaned to see it wasted.

"I wanted that!" she whined.

I quickly moved behind her, nudging her pussy lips apart with my still-hard cock. I felt that particular sense of vitality that meant I would keep going into an eventual second orgasm before needing a rest.

"Still yours," I said eagerly, pulling her hips towards me as I began to smoothly rock in and out of her dripping readiness, "I want you to eat it all off while I fuck you." Sarah's expression in the mirror was a fiery cocktail of shock, approval, and ferocious lust. She pressed her palms against the wall as she leaned in watching herself lick the largest clot off the mirror even as she watched me start to fuck her, making her tits sway and her big, tiger-striped ass clap back and forth. I watched her eyes dilate when swallowed the first tongueful and ground her hips against me. Her pussy quickly tightened, and as her eyes connected with mine, she made an exaggerated show of lapping up and eating every last drop.

"Like this, Sir?" she cried in jolted words between each thrust, "Do you like it?"

"Perfect." I growled as I gently swirled my fingers on her clit one more time, watching her face in the mirror as she dragged her tongue through more cum, bucked through yet one more orgasm; watched as her eyes tipped over into an unfocused and feverish state. When she swallowed the last drops she screamed, face falling to the floor and ass raised high. I felt hot, clear juices erupt around my cock as she coated us for the fourth time that night. It wasn't the last.

***

We had fallen asleep for a while, cuddled together in the middle of a hurricane's aftermath. Whether she woke me up by pressing insistently back against me or I'd caressed her awake, I wasn't sure. It was past midnight, and dark in Sarah's room such that we could barely see each other. Not that we needed to. She was soft and warm against me, her lips and hands seeking mine for reassurance and connection; quiet laughs between us at every little joke; smiles between each gift of kind, pretty, stroking words. I rolled her to her stomach and began massaging her from her neck to her feet and back again, a small and unseen smile on my face as I listened to her little sighs and moans of pleasure.

"Lay back," she whispered after, "Let me." I stretched languidly, sensing as much as seeing her climb on top of me while facing away, easing herself down onto my already throbbing cock. She gripped my legs as she rode me, letting her voluptuous ass ripple and shake forcefully for me. I tried to thrust up in time with her, and she reached under to squeeze my balls in teasing admonishment.

"I said let me," she laughed, then switched around to face me.

"Let me," she reiterated in a throaty sigh, leaning down to kiss me as she began a slow, undulating rhythm. She offered her breasts to me and I agreed, tickling and teasing her areola before taking her nipple into my mouth for soft, insistent, varied motions of my tongue. She moaned and rode harder, faster, increasing when I switched to her other breast. I rested my hands on her hips to feel the ecstatic motions of her oh-so-feminine body, all of her driving me to the edge.

"Close," she gasped, "I'm so close. I can feel your fucking big cock swelling in me. Grab my tits and c-cum with me, Luke. Cum with me! Oh my God!"

"Yes," I groaned, "God, Sarah, yes!" Her ragged scream was too much for me, and as she fell forward and lost the tempo I took it up for us, arms wrapping around her and hips raising us off the bed. Her face was nestled against my shoulder as we finished, one hand gently gripping my hair and the other worming down between our bodies.

"Stay there," she whispered, beginning to finger her clitoris, "That was *incredible.* I just have more in me."

"Your turn to let me," I replied, my hand joining hers as I rolled us over to her back. Sarah began to shiver within moments, hands spastically gripping our bodies and what was left of the sheets. She was right - she did have more in her. A lot more.

"Can't," she gasped many times later, "Want to, can't." We collapsed into a cuddle again, dripping and spent. She twined her fingers in my hair and offered her mouth to mine. I stroked her narrow waist and sweeping hip with my fingertips.

"Ah!" she protested, "Tickles!" I grinned and pulled her gently but firmly to me.

"How do you feel?" I asked, finding her eyes in the dark. She blinked, smiled, and kissed me again before burrowing into the crook of my neck.

"Held," she sighed.

***

Sarah, 8:47am: WOW

Erin, 8:48am: hahaha I knew it

Sarah, 8:49am: I didn't even know feeling like that was an option.

Erin, 8:50am: Tolllldd youuuuuu

Sarah, 8:50am: And you were right about waking him up a certain way. SO fun. I know I'm getting better, judging by the reaction. Of course, all I did was try to think of how you'd do it and copied you. Wish he was still here so I could do it again right now!!! Practice makes perfect : D

Erin, 8:51am: You're so cute. And a natural, trust me. You don't have to copy anyone. And what'd he do for you? I wanna know, girlie.

Sarah, 8:52am: That would take a very long time to type. Can I tell you in person?

Erin, 8:52am: Absolutely. Now is perfect, if you're offering.

Sarah, 8:53am: On my way!

Erin, 8:54am: Purrrrfect. I've also got a present for you. I'll go wrap it. Call it a 'Luke-a-like.' Made it myself. You and I can have a matching set. Lol. Then we can really have some fun.

Sarah, 8:54am: I'm very curious. I have a present for you, too. From Luke, actually. You'll never guess what it is. Or where.

Erin, 8:54am: You scamps! I love surprises. I can't wait to show him these texts.

Sarah, 8:54am: Here I cum ;)

Erin, 8:55am: Ugh, he's such a bad influence. Puns STOP when clothes come OFF, Missy! XD

***

***Late Summer***

Alex, 3:40pm: Sup, homie?

Luke, 3:42pm: Hey, man. Lucky I saw your text. On a water break before worksite cleanup. Sweating like crazy today. Hot AF.

Alex, 3:42pm: No shit. At least it's finally cooling off at night again. Practically sauna weather between 11pm and 4am. You workin' outside or on your back like usual?

Luke, 3:42pm: Sellin' my body either way, same as you.

Alex, 3:43pm: Tell me about it. Landscaping sucks. Shoulda taken you up on joining your crew. Anyway, wanna hang tonight? Gang's all coming. Sam's leaving in a few days, since his internship starts early. I figure it's a good time to get rowdy.

Luke, 3:45pm: I'm in, actually. What's the plan?

Alex, 3:46pm: No shit?!!?! I'll be damned! Meet up at Grants' grandpa's place. Got some leftover fireworks to set off and stashes that nobody can fly with. All the other guys gotta split by midnight or whatever, but you, me, and Grant can sauna it up and bullshit all night!

Luke, 3:46pm: Hell yeah, man. And I'm just as surprised as you that I'm free tonight. Been a bit busy. You understand the priority order, I'm sure.

Alex, 3:47pm: Yeah bud, no worries. Same here. Only reason I'm around is because Lily caught a cold. Catching you, on the other hand, is like trying to find motherfuckin' Bigfoot. And whenever anyone DOES happen to see you, you look like happy roadkill. Asshole.

Luke, 3:48pm: You have NO idea. I'm exhausted. Gatorade should sponsor me.

Alex, 3:49pm: You had my curiosity. Now you have my attention.

Luke, 3:50pm: A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.

Alex, 3:52pm: I know you wanna brag, you smug POS.

Luke, 3:53pm: You might be right. When do I get to hear about you and Lily? You seem a bit worn out yourself.

Alex, 3:54pm: An eye for an eye, dude.

Luke, 3:55pm: That's not even remotely what that means.

Alex, 3:56pm: LIGAF

Luke, 3:56pm: How's offseason training going for you, anyway? I gtg soon, fyi.

Alex, 3:56pm: I'm ever so glad you asked, Pumpkin!

Luke: 3:56pm:... wtf, did you hit your head?

Alex, 3:57pm: Shut up. I did a distance run a few weeks ago. Went all over town. Even down around the eastside lake. All romantic there this time of year. Buncha lovebirds cuddling on benches and all that. Going for cute little walks together. Not paying attention to shirtless, sweaty, buff-as-hell me in the slightest... heh.

Luke, 3:57pm: It's cuz you're fugly.

Alex, 3:58pm: Rude. What I wanna know is who I saw you out STROLLIN' with! Not Erin, I know that, and godDAMN, she was TOO fine! And she couldn't keep off of you! What's THAT story, dude???

Luke, 3:58pm: Jesus Christ, how does a city this big have zero privacy? What time at Grant's place do we start?

Alex, 3:59pm: Whenever. I'm already here and so's everyone else. And they're all reading over my shoulder, dicks and drinks in hand. We all wanna know how a goddamn nerd like you became a certified gigolo rofl

Luke, 3:59pm: Fuck EVERY last one of you.

Alex, 4:00pm: Juan says probably not at the rates you charge. Zack says group discount maybe? We can all chip in! Come on, dude, meet us halfway! Half way in, at least?!?!

Luke: 4:00pm: Go to hell.

Alex, 4:00pm: Grant says good point, get some more ice on your way here. Smooches, bitch!

***

***Late Summer***

Erin, 1:54pm: Hey <3

Luke, 1:54pm: Hey <3

Erin, 1:54pm: Sarah filled me in on her latest date with you. She's one happy girl. I'm glad you two are spending so much 'quality time' together. Nice job, Stud ;)

Luke, 1:54pm: Likewise about you and her. She's a lot less shy now, I gotta say. Very fun. And so eager to please. I really miss you when you're not there, though.

Erin, 1:54pm: Good, you're supposed to, hehe

Luke, 1:55pm: Yeah, about that. How are you feeling about the arrangement with Sarah?

Erin, 1:55pm: Great? What'd you think of my little "instructions" for you this time?

Luke, 1:55pm: Very hot. You'd be a good director. We should maybe try that all together in person. But you're sure you're okay?

Erin, 1:59pm: Of course! Why wouldn't I be? Gotta get our fun while we can.

Luke, 2:02pm: No reason, just checking I guess. Want to get dinner?

Erin, 2:02pm: Read my mind.

Luke, 2:03pm: As if. You play your cards very close to the chest when you want to.

Erin, 2:04pm: Seriously? Nobody's ever told me that. I've always thought I kinda wore my heart on my sleeve?

Luke, 2:04pm: Queen of Hearts in a tank top.

Erin, 2:04pm: Whatever, weirdo. Anyway, how about Babette's? 6:30? It's nice, so you gotta look nice, you caveman.

Luke, 2:15pm: Sorry for delay, Mom was talking to me. Yeah, 6:30 at Babette's. The one in midtown, right? I'll call ahead. At least it has good parking, with that big garage across the street.

Erin, 2:16pm: That's the one. Recommendation from Sarah, in fact. I'll pick you up. And don't forget: dress up NICE, please.

Luke, 2:16pm: I got it, I got it. You sure everything's okay? No Smoke or anything?

Erin, 2:25pm: Everything's FINE, I promise! See you soon, Handsome. <3

Luke, 2:26pm: I'm glad. See you soon, Gorgeous. <3

Erin, 3:31pm: Luke, are YOU okay? No Smoke?

Luke, 3:42pm: All good :)

***

Erin was in a mouth-watering, red-sequined dress that shimmered as she moved. And fuck me, could she move. However, she was brooking absolutely no affection, swatting me away and giving me admonishing looks while helping herself to as many handfuls and liberties as she liked.

"Girl," I sighed as we left the restaurant, "You're so deep in brat-debt you're going to need a miracle to see tomorrow."

"I know!" she squealed, clapping her hands, "You were so fun at dinner!"

"I wanted to fucking *maul* you, goddammit. Stupid tablecloth."

"Mmhm. Car's that way, Mr. Grumpy-Gills." She led me through the parking garage towards her incongruously frumpy minivan.

"When we get to your place..." I growled.

"Oh, you don't have to wait that long," she half-sang, going around to the driver's side, "But you do have to sit in the back." Simmering, I played her game, sliding the door open. Then I froze, breath catching in my throat. I glanced at the giggling, bright-eyed Erin in the front seat, who winked and made herself comfortable for viewing.

Sarah was reclining on the long middle seat, sipping from a small flask and slowly kicking her foot. I remember she was dressed in a blindingly white wrap dress with a plunging neckline. She wore pearls and a hint of red lipstick, pale eye shadow and golden teardrop earrings, everything just the right shade for her skin and the dress. All she was missing was a halo.

"Hey, Handsome," she said with a smile, "Come here and I'll make it *all* better."

***

***End Part 13***