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  When he sucks my nipple, I can’t stop the little moan. He’s so good. He knows how to flick his tongue over it, then suck so sweet and soft. Some guys latch on as though they’re trying to breastfeed, but not Joe. He mouths my nipples, one then the other, moving on and off until I can’t stay still beneath him and have to squirm.

  He pauses long enough to help me out of my shirt and bra, then pushes me gently back against the pillows. He looks me over again the way he’d watched me eat the cake.

  Everything inside me is hot and liquid from the way he’s been sucking on my nipples. I feel shivery all over, too, when he touches me. The feelings echo between my legs. I’m wet, my panties damp and rubbing my swollen clit.

  Joe puts a hand to his belt. I get up on my elbows to watch him unbuckle it. When he opens the button of his pants, I catch myself licking my lips. I look up, and he’s watching me.

  “You sure about this, Brandy?”

  Whoa. He’s asking me? No guy bothers to ask, not once we’ve gotten this far.

  “Yeah, Joe, I’m sure.”

  I’m more than sure. I’m aching for it. Susie told me how she gets when her boyfriend goes away, how she gets so horny her pussy feels like it’s crying. I’ve never really understood what that means. I mean, I know what it’s like to be horny, but I’ve never really felt my body crave cock like it did when Joe pushed his pants down over his hips.

  He gets naked real easy, too, and why not? He has nothing to be ashamed of. His body’s just as nice bare as it is dressed. He’s lean, but muscled. Thick hair covers his legs, makes a nest for his cock, spreads up his belly to surround his nipples. More hair covers his forearms. I’ve never liked hair on a man before, but then…well, I’d only ever really been with guys before. Joe’s a man. All man.

  Intimidated, I hesitate with my hands on the elastic waist of my skirt. It’s fine for him to strip out of his clothes; he looks like something out of a fashion magazine. Me, on the other hand…

  “C’mon, Brandy,” Joe urges, his voice low. “Don’t be shy.”

  Hell, fine, okay. I push down my skirt and lay back, hella glad I put on my good panties for this date. They’re pretty and lacey and cover most of the bulges without looking like granny panties.

  Joe kneels by my shins and slides his hands up my thighs. His hands have long fingers without calluses. His nails, blunt and square, scratch lightly at my skin. My thighs, when my legs are closed, have no space between them, but his thumbs part me like a knife slicing cream cheese. He opens me slowly, carefully, leaving me no room to resist.

  His hands smooth over my legs, catching me just behind the knees and bending them a little. His smile reassures me. My heart pounds so fast I feel it in my eardrums, in the base of my throat and my wrists. Especially between my legs.

  He lifted my foot and turned his head to kiss my ankle. His mouth leaves a wet spot. My hips lift in response, but he doesn’t look away from my leg. Ankle, shin, knee. By the time he gets to my thigh he’s on his hand and knees. His mouth moves higher and his body stretches out on the bed. By the time he gets to my pussy he’s laying between my legs and I’m holding my breath.

  He props himself on his forearm and uses a finger to rub the front of my panties. Up and down, over the bump of my clit and down lower. The lace is wet, it has to be. It presses my pussy, the thin band of fabric narrowing as I shift. I can’t look down at him now. I have to throw my head back, close my eyes. Joe traces a finger along the material between my legs. He strokes my skin, then hooks his finger under the edge of my panties and pulls them down. I moan again. He’s looking at me down there, at my pussy. I might fight with my weight and worry about my ass and thighs and belly, but my pussy is always what it is.

  I tense, waiting, breathless. Joe’s tongue flicks along my belly. I think of how he’d licked the cream off the strawberry and my thighs open wider, inviting him.

  He doesn’t lick me, though. He uses his fingertip, wet from his mouth, and at first I’m disappointed. A few seconds later, though—and it’s so good, better than anything I’ve ever had before—I’m moaning and jerking, like, in five minutes.

  Sometimes when I play with myself I can come real fast, but it’s usually so much harder with guys. They don’t ever really seem to know what they’re doing. They’re too fast, too slow, too hard, too soft. I mean, they try real hard and stuff, but mostly they don’t want to take the time to really figure out how to get me off. Guys watch too many pornos where all the dude has to do is give a couple rubs and the girl’s ready to come. In real life it takes a lot more than that.

  Joe’s not having any trouble. His hands move up and down my thighs, tickling my pussy lips and even back toward my ass. I don’t have time to be thinking about anything but how good he’s making me feel. I want to come so bad I can’t think of anything else, and I think it can’t get any better until he puts his fingers inside me.

  I totally can’t stand it. My body shakes. I toss my head back and forth and arch my back, crying out his name. I don’t care who hears me, not even if Susie has come home. I can’t be quiet.

  The pressure in my pussy builds up and up. My toes curl, digging into the bed, and I push myself against his hand. I think he puts a third finger in me. I’m coming. Everything pulls in tight like a fist closing. Then I explode.

  It takes me a minute to catch my breath. I look down. Joe’s rolled onto his side, one hand on my thigh. His eyes are closed. I can’t tell what he’s thinking.

  “Joe?” I sound hesitant, but it’s just I’m not really sure I can talk.

  He cracks open an eye and tilts his head to look at me. “Yeah?”

  “Wow.” I lick my mouth, not sure what to say.

  That smile again. Super yummo. I was afraid I’d be embarrassed after that, but I’m not. I can’t be anything but, like, totally just…whoa.

  “Good?” He asks me. His hand rubs my thigh, up and down.

  “Yeah, really good.” I push up on my hands. “I want…I want to make you feel good.”

  His smile lifts more on one side than the other. “Good.”

  He moves without hurrying, getting on his knees. His cock isn’t hard, and that worries me. Maybe I’m not turning him on. I mean, I’ve never been naked with a guy who wasn’t hard. I’ve never really even seen a soft dick before, not up close. Not that Joe’s cock is soft, really, it’s sort of in between.

  I sit up. Does he want me to suck him a little bit? I wouldn’t mind. Joe strokes himself and I watch, fascinated, as his dick gets longer and stiffer. His thighs and butt are lighter than the rest of him, but his prick is a cool pinkish color that gets darker as he strokes it.

  He asks me why I’m staring, and I have to tell him the truth. I haven’t really seen a lot of dicks up close. His mouth twists again when I say this, one side going up and the other going down, like he’s not sure if he wants to laugh at me or not.

  “I mean, I’ve totally seen a few,” I say, backtracking hastily. “Just…”

  “Not up close. I get it.” Joe’s hand moves up and down along his cock and that sight is getting me turned on again. He’s so easy with himself, it’s not embarrassing at all.

  None of it is, actually, which is totally cool, because usually I’m, like, nervous being naked because I’m not small and skinny. But with Joe, I don’t feel like the bulges matter as much. Maybe because he’s not staring, he’s just…looking.

  “I haven’t been with a ton of guys,” I tell him. I know it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, it’s actually something to boast about, you know, because lots of girls my age are total skanks and just, like fuck any guy who wants them.

  “That’s all right.” He says it like it doesn’t matter to him, one way or the other.

  He keeps stroking his dick, and I can’t tear my gaze away. His forearms are so fucking sexy, I can’t stand it. Every time he twists his wrists the cords stand out in his forearms and I want to lick them the same way I wanted to lick his chest earlier.