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“So, how’d it go?”

‘You mean, with Michael?”

“Yes, Melanie, with my husband Michael.”

“Uh, yeah, wonderful. I mean, we made love.”

“Melanie, listen closely. You just spent two nights and a day-and-a-half with my husband. I need details.”

“Dammit, Junie, I’m not like you,” Melanie said, exasperated. “I don’t find it easy to talk about some things.”

“Okay, you’re just barely not a virgin. I understand. Let me help. Michael came to your door, right? Did he ring or knock?”

“Knocked.”

“You answered the door. What was he wearing?”

“Okay, okay. Jeans and a Harvard T-shirt. But not for long.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Well, it wasn’t as fast as it was in the restaurant with you, but almost. Junie, he’s so needy! He scooped me up, carried me into the kitchen and plopped me on the counter.”

“More details. I need more.”

Melanie took a deep breath. “I had a long skirt on. In no time, my panties were down around my ankles and he had kicked his jeans across the room.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Oh, yeah. He said it wasn’t going to be like the last time, where I, uh, sucked him off first. He said he was going to make love to me.”

“That’s what he said? ‘I’m going to make love to you first’?”

“’I’m going to fuck you’ were his exact words, I think.”

“Thank you. Please, just relate events as they happened.”

“He pushed my shirt up and grabbed my boobs. Then I was on my back on the counter, legs hooked over his arms. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but he had pushed his cock inside me.”

“And it felt…?”

“Oh, god, he fucked me like a cave man! I never had sex like that before—you know, on my back, the guy standing between my legs and thrusting. It was so deep! I remember thinking, Why is Junie always harping on Michael’s small penis? He filled me up.”

“I’ll go into more detail later, but I never criticized Michael as a lover. You’re absolutely right. Size doesn’t matter when the ardor is there. Continue.”

“He came pretty fast. No surprise, right? It had been a month.”

“Did you orgasm?”

“Did I! Just as he came, too. It was like white-hot shock waves through my core and out the top of my head! Then he did something I never experienced before.”

“He cleaned you with his mouth, right? Ate his jism?”

“Yeah, good guess.”

“Not a guess. He’s very considerate that way. Did he make you come again?”

“Not from that. He whisked me into the living room. I thought we’d cuddle, but no. He put me down on the carpet, ran into the bathroom for some towels, and kneeled behind me. I was on my hands and knees.”

“Melanie, for future reference, he mounted you doggy style.”

“Did he ever!”

“Did you notice if he lost his erection between the kitchen and the living room?”

“I don’t think so. He carried me, and I could feel his hard cock pushing into my back.”

“He’s not thirty yet. He’s still going strong. Then what?”

“He put his penis…”

“Cut to the chase. He fucked you.”

Melanie exhaled. “Okay, yeah, he fucked me. He pushed inside me and moaned, ‘Oh, shit, you’re tight!’ He went even deeper inside me than in the kitchen. I clenched down hard on his cock. I stretched my arms out in front of me, face flat against the carpet. God, Junie, he just used me! It felt so slutty! I got bruises on my hips, he was gripping me so hard. The sound of him slamming into my ass echoed off the walls! Then he reached around and rubbed my clit, too.”

“Called a ‘reach-around.’ Michael is always the gentleman.”

“After that…”

“Whoa, slow down, girl. How long did he fuck you? Did he come again? Did you?”

“Uh, no. I came. He slowed his thrusting. I think at one point he raised one knee and put a foot flat on the floor. He churned and churned inside me. After I came a second time—that would make three so far—he pulled out. But he hadn’t shot his load. We climbed on the sofa, and I straddled him.”

“Facing him?”

“Yeah. Another new position! I put my hands on his shoulders—oh, Junie, Michael has such magnificent shoulders!—and, uh, I fucked him.”

“His massive shoulders. That’s from ten years of kayaking. Then what?”

“I could look down and watch his cock going in and out of my pussy.”

“Your tits didn’t block the view?”

“Michael took care of that with his hands. Divine!”

“Did you orgasm?”

“Yeah! But after that, lemme think. It starts to get fuzzy. We ended up in my bed—that much I remember. I think we made love about five times.”

Junie didn’t respond.

“Still there? Don’t you want to hear what happened that night?”

“Yes.” It was a croak.

“We went to Bertucci’s—not the one where my ex works, by the way—and got a pizza. I got a little drunk on wine. In the car, Michael finger-fucked me. It was like high school.”

“Did you come?” Junie’s voice was thick.

“Sure did. I offered to blow him, but he said no.”

“Yeah, why come in a girl’s mouth when you can come in her pussy? That’s Michael.”

“Junie, what are you doing?”

“So from the pizza place, you went back to your apartment?”

“Yes. He was very romantic. We made out in the living room, then he carried me to bed. We made love in the missionary position. Sort of a homage to all the Catholics and fundamentalists, he said. Michael can be so silly.”

No response.

“Junie, still there?”

“Yeah, sorry. Actually, I’m masturbating. What happened next?”

“You’re rubbing your pussy while I describe how I made love to your husband? Is there a word for that?”

‘Horny. So, the next morning?”

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