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A Vice President from the corporate office was in town, so three of us were asked to join her at dinner. I liked Marcy, and she was a role model for several of us women in the company. She didn't take any crap from anyone - especially testosterone-laced men who thought they could push her around. But she was also kind and wanted to get to know the people she worked with.

She had just finished telling a funny story when I looked up and saw him walk into the restaurant. I don't think I heard anything Marcy said for five seconds as I closed my eyes and smiled.

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Derek had been at the company for three years when I joined the Finance Department right out of college. I was assigned to Derek's IT project as the Finance representative. It was supposed to help me learn about the company and learn how we handle projects. At the same time, I was supposed to "remind" the team that there were procedures for accounting and finance that had to be followed. The IT Department had the reputation - well-deserved, I subsequently learned - for ignoring and violating many process rules related to finance and accounting.

Derek was always patient with me when I asked what were probably stupid questions. I learned from others that he was one of the better managers at working with support teams (like mine) to get what they needed or to try to follow the correct procedures. I told him I wanted to give a short presentation to his team to explain why it was important to categorize their work properly so we knew what had to be expensed and what could be capitalized, and he was very receptive. He reminded me that I'd be talking to techies, so I had to be very careful with my language and avoid accounting and financial terms. He suggested I show him my presentation first.

A few days later, I did a dry run with him. I saw him smiling a few times but ignored it and went through to the end. When I finished, he applauded.

"Are you making fun of me?" I asked.

"Absolutely not. You are the first person who's explained this stuff at a level that even a techie like me could understand."

"Reeeeeally," I said sarcastically. "Even a techie like you?"

He nodded.

"So, you mean you didn't even use the part of your brain that helped you get an MBA in Finance and Management from a top school?"

He smiled.

"Have you been stalking me?"

"Nope, just doing my research and trying to be prepared."

He smiled again.

"Well done, Stephanie. Well done."

Derek and I always got along, but after a while, we became good friends. I hate the terms "work wife" and "work husband", but that's probably how others viewed us. We often hung out together at lunch, and even after I moved to another project, we'd try to have lunch at least once every few weeks.

Of course, this was just a platonic relationship. Derek was living with a long-term girlfriend, and I had a steady boyfriend. In fact, a couple of years after starting work, we got engaged and subsequently married. There was no romantic relationship with Derek whatsoever.

That's not to say I never thought about Derek in a sexual manner, and I'd be lying if I said I never fantasized about him. But those were just fantasies during my "alone time" or maybe occasionally when having sex with my boyfriend / fiancé / husband to add excitement. I doubt Derek ever thought about me that way.

When Derek left the company, I gave him a tight goodbye hug on his last day and promised to keep in touch. We would occasionally text each other for a while, but after a while, that just seemed to stop. I hadn't seen him or talked to him in over three years until he walked into the restaurant.

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I excused myself from the table and walked toward the front desk. When he saw me, he did a slight head jerk and a giant smile lit up his face and his eyes.

"Stephanie!" he shouted as he spread his arms and brought me into a tight hug. It felt good.

"Hi, Derek. Long time, no see. What brings you all the way out to the western suburbs?"

"I've got to meet a client out here. You still with the company?"

"Yep. Senior Director. At a business dinner right now."

"You guys still live in the house in Glen Ellyn?" he asked.

"I'm still there. I got the house in the divorce."

Derek looked surprised.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know."

"Don't be. I'm much better off now. You guys still living in Northbrook?"

"I am. Maggie lives somewhere in Europe. Last I heard, I think she was in Paris."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know."

"Yeah, well, I'll tell you about it sometime."

For about five seconds, there was an awkward silence.

"Hey," he said, "I've got to go find my client. Would you like to get together some time?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. A lot."

"Still have the same cell phone number?" he asked.

"Actually, no. I had to change it after the divorce. Long story. Is yours the same? I can text you mine."

He nodded, so I immediately sent him my number. When his phone beeped, I knew it went through.

"I've got to get back, too," I said. "I can't believe I ran into you! What a wonderful surprise."

"Same here," he said. "I'll get in touch soon."

We gave each other another tight hug.

"Talk to you soon I hope," I said.

"You will," he said with another warm smile.

Then I went back to my table, and he looked around for his client.

I had a hard time concentrating the rest of the evening. I flashed back to us working together, but now we were both single. Would anything have happened back then if we were both single at the time? I know... silly to think about. But I couldn't stop. It was REALLY good seeing him.

Derek called the next evening.

"Really great seeing you last night, Steph. Sorry I couldn't talk more. Had to talk to my stupid client," he said with a laugh.

"Good to see you, too, Derek. REALLY good."

We did a real quick catch up, not going into any detail about our breakups.

"Hey, I know this is short notice," he started, "so I know you're probably not available, but any chance you'd like to go to dinner Saturday night?"

"Well, Derek, I AM very popular, and I DO have a VERY FULL social calendar, but let me check." After pausing for about one second, I said, "well look at that. I'm busy every single night for the next 5 weeks EXCEPT for this Saturday."

He chuckled.

"Lucky me," he said. "Can I pick you up at 7:00?" he asked.

"That would be perfect."

"Great. Thanks, Steph. Looking forward to it."

"Me, too, Derek. A lot. See you Saturday."

We each said goodbye and hung up.

And I smiled.

The next couple of days really dragged by. I don't know why I was so excited to see Derek, but I was. I mean, we were good friends and I always liked spending time with him, but I was more excited than 'just seeing a friend'. Maybe it was because he got back to me so quickly. Maybe it was the way he hugged me so tightly at the restaurant. Maybe it was because I hadn't been on a date in a long time, and none of those led to a second date. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait.

Saturday, I tried on a half dozen outfits before finally deciding on a simple black skirt and stretchy knit top. As it got closer to 7:00, I thought I was going to have to fix myself a drink to calm down. But I decided not to, and finally, the doorbell rang. When I opened it, Derek gave me a huge smile as he walked in and gave me a hug. Wearing a knit top instead of a blouse and jacket like last time, I could feel his body press against me; it felt good.

"Wow," he said when he broke the hug, "you look fantastic!" he said. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you in anything other than a business suit."

I laughed.

"My ex convinced me a woman wouldn't be taken seriously unless she wore a suit. He said if you ever look at all sexy, everyone will think you're a slut."

"Well," he said laughing, "I think you look sexy, but I don't think you're a slut."

I laughed.

"I wonder what his secretary was wearing when he was fucking her," I said.

Derek winced.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to say that," I said. "Well, now you know my story," I said with a chuckle.

"Forget bad times," he said. "Let's go to dinner."

When we got to the car, Derek opened my door for me. When I sat down, my skirt rode up a little, and the lace top of my thigh-highs showed just a bit. But it was enough for Derek to notice, as I saw he was looking there. I smiled to myself and, for some reason, felt a tingle down below.

When we sat down at the restaurant, we both started talking at the same time.

"I'm glad...." I started.

At the same time, he said, "I'm glad..."

We both stopped and both laughed.

"You go first," he said with a chuckle.

"I was just going to say I'm really glad we ran into each other. It's really great to see you."

"I was going to say the exact same thing," he said with a little laugh.

The waiter came over, and I ordered a glass of wine. Derek did the same.

We talked for a while about our jobs and some former coworkers. Finally, I decided to ask the question I was wondering about since I saw him at the restaurant.

"So... can I ask what happened to Maggie?"

"Maggie," he said. "Yes, what DID happen to Maggie?" After a deep breath, he continued. "In some ways, I don't have a clue what happened to Maggie."

I gave him a sympathetic look but said nothing.

"I mean, I know what she told me - I'm just not sure what happened. I came home from work one day, and she said she had a great opportunity with her company to move to Paris. I looked at her and repeated 'Paris'? She nodded. I said, 'but I work here. Am I supposed to just quit?' And she said, 'No, I'm going by myself. I'm already packed. The taxi will be here in about an hour.' I was flabbergasted. I didn't even know what to say. And she was so cool about it. I asked if we could talk. Maybe I could look for something in Paris. She wasn't interested and finally said, 'Derek, I'm leaving. I've got to do this.' And that was it."

I had no idea what to say.

"I'm sorry," was the only thing I could think of. Finally, I asked, "You had no idea this was coming? I mean not Paris but that she was ready to just leave?"

"Nope. I mean, maybe we didn't talk as much. I don't know... maybe she seemed distant. But I thought it was just one of those things all couples go through. I didn't think we were anywhere near breaking up."

We both sat quietly for a bit.

"Hey," I finally said to break the sadness, "do you remember the intern Molly?"

"Which one was Molly?" he asked.

"The redhead with the giant boobs," I said with a laugh.

"Ahhh, yes, Molly," he said with a chuckle. "I do believe I remember her boobs - I mean I remember her."

I laughed.

"She didn't come back after graduation, but she DID end up marrying Roger Winter in purchasing."

He laughed again.

"Good for Roger," he said.

Then he giggled a little before continuing.

"I lied to you earlier," he said. "You mentioning Molly reminded me of something."

I gave him a confused look.

"I told you I never saw you in anything other than a business suit. But do you remember the day we took the interns to the Cubs game?"

I nodded and smiled. I was pretty sure I knew what he was going to say.

"You came in to work that day in your standard business suit. But just before we left, you changed clothes. When you walked into my office and asked if I was ready, I was shocked. You were wearing a beige tank top with thin straps. It didn't quite come low enough to meet the denim skirt you had put on. I might have had a few impure thoughts that day," he said while laughing.

I remembered the outfit exactly. And I actually remembered his surprised look when I walked into his office. I smiled.

"Yeah, I didn't think my business suit would work at Wrigley. Surprised you remember it."

"Oh, yeah, I remember it VERY well," he said, smiling.

We changed topics, and the conversation flowed easily throughout dinner. I really was having a good time.

After he paid the bill and we stood up, he put his hand on my lower back as I started to walk out. I have no idea why, but it sent a bolt of electricity through my body.

We didn't talk a lot on the way back, but the conversation in my head felt like it was blasting loudly between my ears. I wanted to invite him in. I really wanted to sleep with him. But would I come off as a slut? This was the first time I had seen him in years. Technically, it was a first date. I'd never sleep with someone on a first date. But was it really a first date? I'd known him for years. We were friends. If you counted all the times we ate lunch together, it was our millionth date. But did those really count? And did he even have any interest in me?

I was so consumed with the argument in my head that when he pulled up to my house, I was surprised - I didn't even notice him turn into my neighborhood. I looked over at him, and I asked him if he wanted to come in for a bit. Fortunately, he said yes. As soon as we walked in the front door, I turned toward him.

"I need to run upstairs to go to the bathroom. Have a seat on the couch. There's a bathroom over there if you need one," I said, pointing to the first-floor powder room.

As soon as I got to my bedroom, I closed the door. I walked to my closet and smiled as I immediately found what I was looking for - the beige tank top and the denim skirt I wore the day we went to the Cubs game. I took off my top and skirt that I was wearing and hung them up. After going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I took off my bra and threw it in the laundry basket. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile.

I always liked my body. My breasts were a full B - sometimes even a C-cup with some bra brands. My ex thought they were too small, but I thought they looked good on my body. Besides, who cares what he thought - fuck him! My areolas were a dark reddish-brown, and I thought they looked good.

I put the tank top on - my hard nipples were obvious. It made me smile again. When I put on the denim skirt, it looked even sexier than last time Derek saw it because I was still wearing nylons and high heels. I felt good... for about a second. Then I got very nervous. I really wanted Derek, but all I could think about was my asshole ex's last words to me as he stormed out of our house the day he left for good.

"And you're a lousy fuck!" he yelled.

Was I? Would Derek think so? Maybe I would have been more into it if my ex had spent more than 15 seconds squeezing my tits before he shoved his dick into me. I tried to tell him I needed a little more time to warm up, but he never seemed to care. He said his partners before me seemed to enjoy it, so I should too.

I certainly wasn't a virgin when I got married, but I had only had a few partners before we started dating. And maybe when we were in college, I DID get wet enough with very little foreplay. I don't even remember if I used to orgasm with him when we started; I know I didn't the last few years we were together. And I hadn't had sex since he left, so no other comparisons.

I shook my head to get all those depressing thoughts out of my brain. I'm a good-looking woman, I told myself. I have a decent body. Of COURSE Derek wants me. Doesn't he?

I took a deep breath and decided it was now or never. I took a step toward the door and stopped. A smile came over my face as I reached under my skirt and took off my panties, tossing them into the laundry basket in my closet. I smoothed out my skirt, took one last look in the mirror, and walked out.

When I got downstairs, Derek was sitting on the couch. As soon as he saw me, he stood up and smiled.

"Wow," he said. "That's the outfit! Don't you look fantastic!"

"Yeah?" I asked. "Still look okay?"

He chuckled.

"Way better than okay," he said as he walked up to me and put his hands on my hips. As he pulled me against him, I could feel his obviously excited dick. His eyes kept moving between mine and my pointy nipples. Our faces were very close to each other.

"This isn't EXACTLY what I was wearing that day at the office," I said.

"No?"

"No. I'm pretty sure I wasn't wearing nylons and high heels that day at the Cubs game."

He chuckled.

"You should have - it looks VERY hot."

"And that's not the only difference."

"No?" he asked again as he slowly rubbed his now-very-hard dick against me.

I moved my mouth next to his ear as I quietly said, "I'm pretty sure I was wearing a bra and panties that day."

I heard him moan, and he pulled my harder against him; I was incredibly excited. With my mouth still next to his ear, I whispered, "so what were those impure thoughts you had the last time I wore this?"

He pulled his head back so he could see my face. He seemed to move in slow motion as he tilted his head, leaned forward, and put his lips on mine. I moved my hand behind his head and held him against me as we started a beautiful, soft, slow, tongue-filled, passionate kiss. I could feel his body pushing against my rock-hard nipples, and I could feel my mons pushing against his rock-hard dick.

We seemed to be kissing forever; I loved it. I was already very wet when I suddenly felt his hand on my breast, and I couldn't control myself as I moaned. When he pinched my nipple right through my shirt, I softly cried out. I was now obviously grinding on him as we continued kissing.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only ten minutes, Derek took his hand off my breast and broke the kiss. His hand ended up on my bare waist in the gap between my tank top and my skirt. We smiled at each other.

"So that's what you thought about that day, huh?" I asked quietly.

"Actually," he said, "I thought about a lot more than just that."

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. A lot more."

"Mooooooore?" I asked, stretching out the word, hoping I sounded sexy and provocative rather than someone mooing like a cow.

He smiled for just a second before he leaned in again to kiss me. But as our lips met, his hand slid under my top until he cupped my bare breast.

"MMMMMM!" I whined through the kiss.

His hands were soft, and I swear each time he gave a tender squeeze, I could feel it directly in my pussy. I hadn't even been kissed, let alone touched, by a man in well over a year, and this was feeling amazingly good. When he pinched my nipple, I cried out.

Somehow, we managed to continue kissing in a relatively slow manner. But my tits were on fire, and my pussy was dripping with excitement. We continued for another few minutes until I broke the kiss this time. I looked directly in his eyes as I held my hands straight up in the air. Derek pulled his hand off my breast, grabbed the hem of my top with both hands and pulled it off.

His eyes went back and forth between my tits before he finally looked directly at me.

"Fuck, Steph! You are beautiful."

Even though I liked my breasts, I was glad to hear he liked them, too. I started to smile, but I never even finished before Derek had his mouth on one nipple and his hand on the other.

"FUCK!" I screamed as I instinctively put my hand on the back of his head to hold it there so he wouldn't stop.

As he flicked his tongue over my nipple and pinched the other, I felt tingling in every nerve cell in my body, from my head to my toes. I had never been this excited, and I wanted it to never end.

I suddenly felt cold air rush across both nipples as he pulled away, only to quickly take the opposite nipple in his mouth and use his other hand to pinch the wet nipple he had been sucking. Once again, I cried out and put my hand behind his head. As he continued attacking my nipples, my excitement rose exponentially.

I became aware of his free hand sliding up my nylons and going under my skirt. When his fingers crossed over the top of my nylons onto my bare thighs, I gasped. When I felt the top of his hand press against my soaking pussy, I cried out again. He wiggled his hand between my legs, and I spread them a little further apart. When he slipped a finger inside, I screamed. I was so excited, I was really afraid my brain was going to short-circuit. His finger slowly moved in and out, and it felt amazing. But when he started tapping my G-spot while still providing maximum stimulation to my nipples, I yelled out as I exploded with an unbelievable orgasm.

I heard the sound of my own grunting, gasping, and whining, but it seemed like it was someone else. Inside my head, it was a strange combination of quiet calm and explosive fireworks. I only saw white. No color, no objects, just white. It was the most beautiful feeling I had ever experienced.

I honestly don't know how long the orgasm lasted. But it was not long enough and too long at the same time. I was absolutely drained. I couldn't take any more. But I still wanted more. The last thing I remember was smiling, not sure if I was awake or sleeping, and feeling a warm, comforting hug.              

When my head shuddered, I opened my eyes. For just a nanosecond, I wasn't sure where I was.

"You okay?" I heard.

I pulled my head back and saw Derek smiling. I suddenly remembered everything. And a huge smile broke over my face.

"I'm fucking FANTASTIC!" I said as I pulled his head to me and gave him a short but passionate kiss. "I'm sorry if I zoned out, but HOLY FUCK Derek, what did you do to me?"

"Just tried to make you feel good," he said.

I started laughing. Loudly.

"I'd say you succeeded," I said. "That was unbelievable."

"I'm glad you liked it," he said. "I did, too."

I chuckled.

"But I think I can do better," he said.

Again, I laughed.

"I don't know if my body can take 'better'," I said. "But I'd like to try."

All of a sudden, for some unknown reason, I was embarrassed for having my tits exposed. I folded my arms across myself.

Derek grabbed my arms and slowly separated them.

"Oh, Stephanie, don't cover them up. They're so beautiful. You are so beautiful."

I looked in his eyes and felt better.

"Make love to me, Derek. Please. Let's go to my bedroom."

I took his hand and started walking upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as we got in the room, he turned me around and started kissing me. It took about two seconds for me to start getting wet again. I slipped a hand between us and rubbed his cock. God, I wanted that inside me.

I broke the kiss so I could take a half-step back and open his belt. I unhooked his pants and pulled the zipper down. I slid my hand back onto his dick, rubbing it through his underwear. He moaned a little; I smiled.

I pulled his underwear down and wrapped my hand around his nice-looking dick. When I licked the head, he moaned loudly. I felt him pull me up by my shoulders, and he put his lips back on mine. After a few minutes, he stopped. He pulled off his shoes and socks and took off all his clothes. I took off my skirt, and for a second, we each took in each other's naked body. I was glad he smiled - he seemed to like my landing strip.

"Lie on the bed," he said quietly.

I ripped open the bed and got on my back. Derek bent over and kissed me. I whimpered when I felt his hand on my pussy, followed by a finger inside. After a minute, he moved his mouth to my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple as he continued fingering me. I couldn't believe how quickly I got so excited again, and I could hear the squelching sound of his finger pushing in and out of my soaking pussy.

He pulled his finger out of me as he stood up straight, breaking all contact. He licked his finger that was covered with my juices.

"Mmmm, that tastes so good. I think I need more."

I expected him to stick his finger back in me, but instead he crawled between my legs and licked between my pussy lips.

"FUCK!" I cried out.

I had never had anyone go down on me before. Like I said, I wasn't terribly experienced when I met my ex, and he would never do that.

The second time he licked me, he flicked his tongue over my clit a couple of times.

"FUCK!" I cried out again, grabbing the back of his head.

He forced his head away from my grip, smiled at me, and said, "Oh, did you like that?"

I nodded quickly.

"Should I do it again?"

I nodded quickly again.

"PLEASE!" I begged.

He smiled again before lowering his head. My hands quickly grabbed him again to hold him in place. Twice he licked from my pussy to my clit. But the second time, he closed his lips and started flicking his tongue over it.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I yelled. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my whole life.

He continued this as my pelvis kept thrusting into his face over and over. After only a few minutes, when he slipped a finger back in my pussy and tapped my G-spot, I erupted like a volcano.

"UH! UH! UH!" I groaned as my entire body convulsed. If you had told me hot lava flowed from my pussy, I would have believed you. But I would NOT have believed you if, after my first orgasm downstairs, you told me the next one would be even better. But it was.

When it ended, I felt Derek immediately pull his mouth and finger away from me. With my eyes still closed, I felt him cover my body with his; it was like a warm, comforting skin-to-skin blanket. He kept his weight off me, lowering himself just enough to barely touch me and block the cool air. Totally exhausted, I managed to wrap my arms onto his back. I didn't have the strength to hug him, but it was the best I could do. And I still had enough strength to smile.

After a couple of minutes, when my breathing returned to normal, I opened my eyes. Derek hadn't moved; his head was facing the pillow, his cheek was touching mine.

"I now know the meaning of nirvana," I said. "And it's even better than I imagined," I said with a little chuckle.

Derek lifted his head and smiled at me. He gave me a short little kiss.

"I'm glad you liked it. I liked it, too," he said. "Did I mention how beautiful you are?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Yes, but feel free to tell me again," I said, again chuckling.

"You are incredibly beautiful," he said. "And so fucking sexy."

The last comment almost made me cry. In an exceptionally stupid decision, I flashed back to a bad scene and brought up the past.

"My ex didn't think so." I'm sure I sounded defeated.

"Shhhhh," he said quietly. "Don't listen to him. He was obviously an idiot. Believe me when I tell you I have never been more excited in my entire life than when I got to see your naked body, let alone touch and lick it."

I DID believe him, and it made me feel good. I hugged him tightly as he lowered his head next to mine.

We lay quietly for a couple of minutes.

"So," I started, causing Derek to lift his head, "do I have to put the skirt and tank top back on to find out if those impure thoughts you had included doing anything else?"

He smiled and lowered his head to start a slow, loving kiss. I was surprised how quickly I started getting wet again. After a minute, I felt Derek getting hard, too. As he broke the kiss, he pushed his arms up to support himself. He lowered his mouth to my breasts, first sucking and flicking his tongue over one nipple and then repeating it with the other. When he pinched my nipple with his lips, I jerked up and cried out.

"Fuck me, Derek. I want you so badly."

"Can I come in you?" he asked.

I nodded quickly.

"I'm on the pill. Please hurry."

I'm sure I sounded desperate, but only because I was.

I reached down and put his dick at the entrance to my pussy, and he slowly pushed in.

It was an extraordinary feeling I hadn't experienced in years - maybe never. I was wet, I was aroused, and I was ready. As the head of his dick spread my pussy while it pressed in, every inch of my body felt the excitement and the stimulation.

"FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" was all I could say.

"Oh, Steph," he whispered, making me feel even better.

I wrapped my legs around his ass, and we didn't move for a minute. When he started to slide back, it felt as good as when he pushed in. He slid out until just the tip was in, paused, and again pushed back in slowly. I had forgotten how good sex could feel; I was quickly remembering.

Derek kept up this very slow pace for a few minutes. It felt amazing, but it was also building up pressure like someone shaking a can of coke before popping it open. The next time he started to slowly push in, I thrust my hips up as I used my legs to pull him down against me. Hard! There was a loud slap as our pelvises hit each other and a loud groan from both of us.

I think I caught Derek by surprise when I did that. He hesitated for about a second and slowly pulled back. But this time, he was ready. As soon as I started to pull him again, he slammed into me hard. This was our new rhythm: pause, slow pull back, SLAM! The crack of our bodies smacking each other was loud - and stimulating. Each time felt better than the last.

I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt, and I didn't realize how quickly I was approaching the end. Suddenly, it was as if someone opened that shaken can of coke, and I absolutely exploded.

"OH GOD!" I screamed, feeling something more intense than I could even imagine.

I could tell Derek was still sliding in and out of me, but it seemed like it was behind a curtain. In front of the curtain, I was only conscious of the staggering pleasure shooting throughout my body. But then I heard him grunt and felt a blast of warm cum, and I cried out again. Now I was very aware of everything, and I pictured his dick in my pussy shooting stream after stream. The feeling of rapture was beyond anything I could have imagined.

When we finished, Derek lowered himself gently onto my body just as he did before, with his head next to mine. I can't even describe how perfect it was as we both tried to catch our breath.

Finally, when I had calmed down, I opened my eyes and whispered, "Derek?"

He lifted his head and smiled at me.

"Uh huh?"

"That was...." I paused, not even sure how to describe it.

"I know," he said. "For me, too. Beyond my wildest dreams." Then he paused for a second. "And I've had some pretty wild dreams about you."

"Really?" I asked, truly surprised.

"Uh huh. Probably starting the day you wore that outfit," he said with a chuckle.

I laughed, too.

"If I keep wearing it, will you keep doing this?"

He laughed loudly.

"You could wear a potato sack, and I'd still want to do this," he said.

As wonderful as the sex made me feel, for some reason, hearing him say that - even though I'm sure it was just a line - made me feel really good.

"Will you stay tonight?" I asked nervously.

He looked at me very seriously.

"I may never leave - until you kick me out."

I hugged him tightly. I always liked Derek - a lot. I liked spending time with him. And now I knew he was an incredible lover who does wonderful things to my body.

"What if I never kick you out?"

He looked at me very seriously before breaking into a huge smile.

"Then I'll be very happy. And we'll have LOTS of fun!"