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a long moment, she nodded. "Thank you, friend," she said, hugging him. 91 "You're welcome," he murmured, holding her tightly. He left for the store, closing the front door quietly behind him. Anne sighed. She didn't think her fanny looked that bad, but Warren had sounded outraged. She'd better go look again. The back of her bathroom door had a full-length mirror. Gingerly pulling down her pants so as not to rub the sore spots like she did before, she bent over and craned her head around for a better look. He was right. It looked terrible. Somehow knowing this made it hurt more. Kicking her pants entirely off, she took her bottle of ibuprofen and a washcloth to the kitchen. After wetting the cloth, she tossed it into the freezer, and swallowed three capsules while waiting for the cloth to get cold enough to do some good. Whoops. She was naked from the waist down. She'd better go put her pants back on before Warren returned. Recalling his touch, his tongue, and his tantalizing bulge, she felt an ache deep inside that yearned for him. Her fingers stole to her groin and explored. Lord, how she wanted some sex. No. She didn't want just sex. She wanted Warren. The realization stopped her diddling finger. Ron and Warren and her. Damn, but it was messy. However, like Scarlett, she'd think about it tomorrow. And, like Warren was sure to do, she'd steal away for a little solitary satisfaction. Pulling the large plug out of her tote bag, she smiled. She'd put this to very good use somewhere other than her butt. Picking up her pants along the way, she retreated to her bedroom to find her release, closing the door behind her. 92 Chapter Fifteen Southern California, Summer, 1994 Walking the Santa Monica Pier and the nearby beach before hitting the bars had become his evening habit. Jogging about mid-morning followed by weightlifting kept his body in shape. And in between, Warren Clay thought of nothing but sex and women. Not that he was ever going to have sex with one of the bikinied beauties he ogled every day. They always spoiled it by opening their mouths. Here he was, an L.A.-area native, blond and mostly buff, with Cal Tech degrees in both mathematics and electrical engineering, taking the summer off after his Masters' degree. Here he was, living the good life in a slightly seedy apartment near the Pier, drinking beer every night in the seaside joints, sleeping late every morning. And here he was, still a virgin. Every time he'd spy a woman who got his Erector Set moving, she'd open her mouth and spout something like "OmiGOD!", her inflection rising and falling like one of the Pier's rides. He'd grown up in the Valley and had dated a few of the local bimbos, which explained why he was still a virgin. He could not abide stupid. He'd had his chances to party hearty with more than one nubile Val-Gal, but short of gagging them, there seemed to be no way to shut them up. And as soon as they began babbling, his equipment began drooping. So Warren worked out and ate right and lived a life way too chaste for his tastes. Too bad his cock seemed so picky about intelligence in a bed partner. He lectured himself for being a hopeless geek. At this rate, he'd never be laid before his fortieth birthday. He'd managed a fair amount of oral sex, since they had to shut up to suck him, and he could block out their silly comments while he was lip-deep in their musky folds, an activity he truly enjoyed. 93 But actual intercourse he'd just about given up on. No intelligent women within miles seemed to want him. Only the hot-looking but 'dumb and dumber' ones seemed to want his package. He realized that many men would not see 'hot- looking but dumb' as a liability in a woman. As the summer wore on, he noticed that he preferred older women to young bimbos. He'd had drinks and a little groping in dark bars with a couple of bored thirtysomethings, but not the full spread, so to speak. And once while loaded he'd stumbled upon a couple in a dark alley, the woman moaning in desire while the man walloped her bared bottom with his hand. That definitely intrigued his Erector Set. He'd had many times of solitary pleasures after that, recalling the red, glowing handprints on her big, round backside. Actually, with some of his less- talented oral partners, he'd used the fantasy to good advantage as well. Now here it was August already. In a month he planned to go to Atlanta to pursue work opportunities. He had a scant four weeks left to pop his cherry before he had to buckle down and work every day like every other poor slob not getting enough sex. Today he was drinking margaritas, and strong ones at that. It was barely afternoon; usually he didn't drink this early, but he was depressed over his virginity. Might as well get royally fucked up, then go home and beat off to his favorite fantasy. Man, this was one sucky summer. He should The floral fragrance of Charlie mixed with earthy female scent tweaked his nose. Turning his head, he found the woman at the next table eyeing him. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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