I woke the day after my meeting with Elise feeling fresh and alive like I hadn't in a long time. Even with Lacy and Donnie and Andre, when days with them felt wonderful, I'd never come close to the deep emotional happiness I felt in earlier moments with Elise. Just knowing I could talk to the woman again, to know I could share my emotions, lifted a heavy weight from my thoughts. I knew I could never fully absolve myself of my mistakes, but I was determined to set things right as best I could. As friends, if that's how it had to be, though I hoped that Elise and I might once more share our love as we had before. It was impossible not to fantasize about what was to come for us as I lay in bed that morning and tried to ready myself for a long day at work.

Thoughts of Elise made me step lightly and smile all day. Lacy had noted my improved morning mood before I left and I shared a long, lovely hug with her as I gushed about feeling so relived to know that I hadn't completely lost Elise from my life. Lacy cautioned me about getting myself too deep in fantasyland, too caught up in rosy scenarios and dreams, but she was happy to see me not drag myself down for coffee looking morose and lost as I had been so often over those weeks.

That night, Elise called me and for an hour or more, I lay on my bed and lost myself in our conversation. We talked of school and work and old classmates and fun times we'd had together. She was having lunch with Julens the next day and I asked Elise to send her my love and thanks. Julens had been a fierce friend, a one-time lover, when I'd needed help during those dark days after Elise had discovered my affair with Drew.

All-too-soon, we were both yawning and Elise told me, "Wish you were here, Carrie... I'd sure love to snuggle up with you right now. It's really cold tonight... and I always did love when we did nothing more than keep each other warm through the night..."

I told her, "I'd love that..."

I almost suggested I was already considering moving back to the East Coast but held off. It was true. The fantasies in my head involved me being close enough to Elise to restart our relationship, but as Lacy had cautioned, I couldn't just jump in like that and expect everything to just work out. Whatever Elise and I might have together in the future, it couldn't start with a spontaneous move back into her life. We needed to move more slowly, I knew, though it was painfully difficult to draw to a close the call, Elise telling me, "Love you, Carrie..."

"Love you, too..."

I lay awake a long time that night, fantasizing about doing nothing more than holding Elise in my arms and kissing her like the relatively-innocent girls we'd been back at Bitterwood where we'd first discovered our love together. It was bittersweet, admittedly, to feel the difference between where we were that night and what I'd destroyed in our past. At least we were talking again, I accepted as the huge step forward that it was. I wanted nothing else in life than to spend every day making up for my betrayal by showing Elise how much I loved her.

- - -

October turned into November. I continued to work and fantasize about Elise and what might be. We talked several nights each week, though Elise was quite busy with coursework and her own job as a teaching aide on campus. Mostly, it just involved her handling the set up for evening classes in Literature, ensuring copies were ready for students, and that any presentation materials were prepared ahead of time. As dry as that all might have been to anyone else, I loved hearing Elise describe every detail of her day.

I first broached the subject of me visiting during the first week of November. "Hey, uh... I have a week of vacation to take before the end of the year... uh... Any chance you might like some company for Thanksgiving?"

Elise replied with light disappointment, "I'd love that, but... I'm going to be visiting my parents in Switzerland, unfortunately..."

"Oh..."

"But," Elise added, "I'm free for Christmas break... could you come then?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, "God, yes, Elise! Even if I have to quit my job, I'll come to you."

I heard the smile in her voice, "Good... I really miss you, Carrie... I love talking on the phone, but... I just want to see you, in person, real soon..."

I told her I felt the same and our conversation soon turned back to more mundane activities, like work or school associates who we thought were a little odd.

By the week of Thanksgiving, I had generally come to think of Elise as my girlfriend, to the exclusion of anyone else. A couple of guys at work had asked me out, but I declined, not offering my reasons, but I tried to be polite about it. Sure, it was nice to know I could still attract the interest of reasonable and decent looking guys, but my heart had settled on my favorite person in the world, and no one could ever make me feel what I felt for Elise. I knew I was treading on waters a little turbulent, that with the distance and only our phone conversations to maintain our foundation, I was creating a house of cards in my head about our relationship which might, one day, prove too unstable to match reality. I couldn't help it, though. Elise had never been far from my thoughts even in the darkest of times, and hearing her laugh made me warm and find my love for her all over again.

That fantasy took a hit during Thanksgiving break. I was home alone, Lacy and Harrison had gone to a cabin by a lake somewhere near San Diego for the holiday, and I had a few days off work. They'd invited me to join them, but I knew that Lacy and her boyfriend were starting to grow closer, more serious than they'd been in the months before, and I didn't want to go along and be a third wheel while they worked out where they might go next as a couple. Lacy even wondered if Harrison might propose on the trip. She was excited and told me she would accept, if he did.

Elise called me from Berne where she was staying with her parents and a couple of other family members. We talked briefly about her flight and the cold weather in Switzerland, as well as the slopes she was going to ski in the spare days before flying back to Boston. Then she hit me with something I had known deep down might come up, but which I really hoped would not hurt so much. "I, uh... I need to ask, Carrie... Do you... Do you think of us... like... we're exclusive?"

My throat constricted, "Uh... I... I dunno..."

"I know we've been getting closer, and you know I love you so much, Carrie, but... you're way out there, and... I'm... I get lonely, you know? I think you know what that's like..."

Of course I did. It was part of why I'd failed so badly at being faithful to Elise in the past. "Yeah..." I offered, tentative and dreading what she might say next. "I... I dunno... I... I've not been seeing anyone, Elise..."

"I haven't, either... But... There's a guy here, a guy I knew from my life before Bitterwood... and..." Elise trailed off. She was trying to gently ask my permission to take a lover.

It wasn't my place to give permission, I knew that, but I couldn't help but feel the sting of what was going to happen. I hesitated, pausing, silent. Elise breathed, "Carrie?"

"I'm here..."

"I won't see him... don't worry about it."

"No," I said more firmly than I felt, "no... that's not fair... we're not... we're not dating, really... I know that... Go have fun, Elise..."

"Carrie..."

"Seriously," I told her, masking the hurt as best I could, "go have fun. If we're going to get past... what I did... we can't keep pretending that things... are always going to be exclusive with us, right?"

Elise was silent a moment, "I think that's true..." she said quietly.

I knew we were both thinking about my affairs and how I'd been completely unable to stop myself from cheating despite how wonderful and loving Elise had been to me. Part of me wanted to promise fidelity, monogamy, faithful exclusion, but deep down, and despite the rosy love which had been growing for Elise over the weeks since our reunion, there was an admission of weakness still clinging, still simmering, that I would always desire other relationships. I swallowed hard, almost bawling to think that Elise could never be enough for me, or that I wouldn't fulfill every desire for her. It hit harder than it should have, but I kept back the tears and assured Elise that she was free to pursue anyone of interest. "Just be sure you think of me when he's going down on you," I forced a chuckle, hoping Elise wouldn't notice the strained tone in my voice.

"Yeah... yeah, I will... You sure, Carrie? I... I don't want to ruin things..."

"Not at all... remember when, before we were... exclusive? Those were fun times, right? Just us having fun and not worrying about all this?"

"Yeah, I remember..."

I swallowed the lump forming, "Then let's do this the same way, right? This should be fun, not painful... Go have fun, Elise..." I paused, then steeled myself, "Hell, maybe I'll go find some fun myself this week..."

"Yeah," she replied, "that would be nice. Nice for both of us, huh?"

"Uh-huh."

We were both faking being all right, but neither of us could say so right then. I sent Elise my love and she did the same for me. When we hung up, I burst into tears, feeling more down than any time since Elise had come back in my life. I was desperately jealous of some anonymous guy in Switzerland who would get to hold and kiss Elise that week, horribly angry that such an asshole would be in a position to do what I wanted to do. To taste her, to make Elise cum. I cried myself to sleep that night and didn't know how the rest of my lonely Thanksgiving break could possibly improve.

- - -

My mom called the morning of Thanksgiving. She was vacationing in Thailand with her husband, Harry and wanted to let me know she was thinking about me. We'd stayed in contact over my months in California, but I'd never let on the struggles I'd had nor mentioned lovers over that time. I had, though, told her about seeing Elise again and she was happy to know that my dear friend was part of my life again, even if from a distance.

She'd sent some money to help me afford the trip to Boston. I did okay at my job, but it was far from lucrative, and even with the decent rent I paid to live with Lacy, it was still expensive to live in Boulder Creek and I often had little spare money for such things as travel and fun. The funds Mom sent were more than enough to cover the trip planned for December, and I had sat on the extra a couple of weeks without any impulse to spend it.

It eased my mind a little just to talk to Mom, but the conversation was rather mundane and soon I begged off our call, claiming that I had to be somewhere to meet up with friends for lunch. The reality was that I planned to stay home and drink myself silly that day and drown in jealousy and longing.

I had a desire to do something else, though, not really wanting to be alone and not wanting to sink further into my miserable thoughts. I had spent hours the night before and that morning dwelling on Elise and the casual lover she would take at some point that week. I really wanted to forget about those things a while. Drinking at home, alone, was not going to help.

I caught a bus and then another, and then more to get me to San Francisco. I figured I could use a diversion and headed for a district where bars were plentiful, many of them open on the holiday. I chose one at random and went inside. I'd worn a pair of tan corduroys and a beige blouse with a ruffled coverage of my cleavage, a warm, heavy jacket over top to protect me from cool late-fall wind blowing outside.

I felt a little sexy, had even put on a bit of lipstick and liner, but nothing like when I was actively seeking to attract an eye or two. The bar I'd chosen was half-filled with an assortment of ages, and predominantly by females. I saw only one or two men inside. It took little time to understand it was a queer bar catering to women. Never having been in such a place, I was intrigued and settled onto a seat at the bar along one side of the interior.

For an hour or so, I downed a couple of cosmopolitans and ordered a third, largely left alone by everyone except the pretty young tender whose name was Lisa. I couldn't help eyeing her up. She was short and bubbly, dark hair, black shirt and tight black slacks. Quite a looker, really, and had I been seeking a partner that night, I might have tried to pick her up. Not that I thought she would go for it. I knew bartenders were regularly hit on and, justifiably, had strong reservations about such things.

Still, she was nice eye candy, and there were plenty of other beautiful women inside to distract me from my jealous thoughts.

Someone sat next to me as I was catching a solid buzz. I turned and nodded politely to the woman. She was clearly Asian and somewhere in her forties to my eye, black hair cut very short along the sides, left longer along the top and back of her head. She wore black or reddish-black lipstick, I couldn't tell which in the bar lights, and dark liner around her eyes. The woman smiled at me and turned towards the tender to order a drink.

I returned to my own and sat quietly until the woman spoke to me, "You look like you've had a rough one."

I shrugged, looking up a bit, "Had better. Could be worse."

"Girl troubles?"

I smiled despite my down mood, "Yeah..."

"I can understand," she said, "just broke up with my girlfriend a couple of weeks ago."

"Sorry about that," I sighed, "I'm in a different situation..."

"Ah, sounds like drama," she grinned, "sorry for prying. I'm Jayna, by the way."

"Carrie, and it's fine. Decided to let the alcohol help me along today."

She nodded, "Same. Maybe we can be miserable together awhile?"

There was just a sparkle of interest in her eyes, but nothing terribly forward. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. I agreed it would be good to chat, and I learned that Jayna worked for a bank in downtown San Francisco. She was divorced from a man many years. Jayna opened up to say she had always been bisexual, but tended to prefer women.

"I'm midway, myself," I said, "no preference. I've dated both."

"And the one now is...?"

"A woman. A... former girlfriend who I've been talking with again for a few weeks. She lives in Boston, so that's tough," I told Jayna, "but we talked about things last night, and we haven't exactly decided we're a couple, not formally, at least... and... and she's visiting Switzerland... see... there's this guy she might see..."

I had trailed off, my stomach already knotted to feel those emotions strongly again, despite the alcohol.

"Jealousy, then?" Jayna asked carefully. "Hating that she's going to be with someone other than you?"

"Yeah... It's not fair. We never agreed we'd be exclusive, and... we have a lot to figure out to even know if we can be together again... I want it, and she does, too... but until we have a chance to see each other again over Christmas... It's just unfair to her that I feel jealous. I told her to go for it, though it made for a rough night after she hung up... Still rough," I added, flourishing with a mock tip of my glass before swallowing the remainder.

Jayna leaned in, "That's hard stuff to sort out, I know. I've been on both ends of that... Never any good answers. I mean... you get urges that just need tending, and waiting on someone else to get there with you... That can be a very difficult thing to wait out... I dunno about you, Carrie, but if you're anything like me, there's just a point where you need a physical connection in the world. I can only feel so good twisting my own bits. I just get where I need someone to hold for a while and let go."

I looked at the woman, "That's it, I know. I feel the same... The truth is, if I couldn't see Elise next month, if that got put off, I'd be right where she is... needing someone to be with. That's... that's the urge that sent me astray... I cheated on Elise... twice... when we were dating in college."

"But you talked this time, right? About her having her fun?"

"Yeah..."

"Then that's not cheating, though, I suppose, in some ways, it might feel that way if you love this woman."

"I do... And it's not like we didn't fool around in college. We did, and often. Elise and I were kinda loose on things for a while, but then we decided to be exclusive, and I... I fucked that up..."

Jayna rested a hand on my wrist, "Well... If I'm being honest, I think you and Elise made the right decision. You've been through the hiding and cheating before... See how things work out if there's consent first. Maybe... depending on how you two go about things, there might be a way to handle the urges to stray by eliminating the sneaking around to do it."

"Maybe," I shrugged, "anyway... I'm probably boring you..."

Jayna smiled, her fingers still on my wrist, "Not at all... I hope I'm helping..."

I supposed I did feel a little better. "Can I buy you a drink?"

The woman nodded, "Sure. I'll have what you're having."

While the bartender mixed it up, Jayna watched me silently a moment, then leaned forward again, "Listen, I won't be pushy, but I learned a long time ago to be honest, upfront, and direct. Any interest in maybe hanging out with me later this evening? I've got no family around, not doing anything for Thanksgiving. Maybe we could go find a restaurant open and keep each other company."

I had enough experience with flirting and pick ups to know what Jayna would hope the evening might become. Sure, she could have just offered me a friendship and nothing more, but her warm, slowly stroking fingers still held on my wrist strongly suggested otherwise. I smiled, though, allowing that such a distraction would be nice right then, and agreed I'd enjoy doing as she offered.

- - -

The restaurant was almost packed. We'd walked down to a family Chinese place not far from the bar we'd been at all afternoon. Jayna was growing on me. I didn't try to diagnose or analyze the attraction I felt for her. Whether from loneliness or desire or distraction, or just to even things out with Elise and her fling, I didn't dwell. The alcohol surely helped, and by the time our meal arrived, Jayna and I were actively flirting, holding hands, seductive looks cast my way. Her leg brushed mine under the table and I returned the movement. I was slowly creaming myself with arousal.

We ate heartily and drank wine with our meal. When we were both quite full, Jayna looked at me with clear attraction. "Any interest in coming back to my place to hang out?"

I grinned, knowing she was suggesting something much more than a casual hang. "I'd really like that... Are you close by?"

She told me we could walk there, so while she paid for our dinner, I slipped into the bathroom and freshened up my puss, wiped my face, and checked myself in the mirror. I was still quite buzzed but also in control. I looked okay, I thought, my eyes a little dark and heavy, but otherwise, not nearly as bad as I probably appeared when Jayna first spotted me at the bar. Another couple of careful swipes of a wet paper towel between my buttocks and I rejoined my new friend outside the restaurant.

We held hands, chatting about the weather and old friends. It seemed to take no time at all to arrive at her building, a townhouse which had been divided into apartments. Jayna's was the top level, so we climbed stairs and then went inside.

It was small and a little ragged, old furniture and tapestries, sort of a punk theme in the décor. "Something to drink?" Jayna offered as we slipped into the kitchen, "I've got wine or some vodka and juice."

"Wine's good."

She poured our glasses, took a sip, then offered the couch while she went to use the bathroom.

There were posters of The Ramones and Sex Pistols on one wall, a dark asian print on another. I saw a few books stacked on worn end tables and shelves, a few pictures in frames on top of a chest near the entrance. I sat quietly a while, sipping my drink, until Jayna returned.

She was wearing a black, silky robe, loosely cinched, and had clearly touched up her hair and makeup. "Like?"

I smiled, "I do..."

Jayna sat beside me and took my hand, "Wanna do more than talk?" She asked, "It's okay if not..."

"I'd like that, yeah..." I told her, letting her stroke my fingers a moment.

I'd never been with a woman considerably older than myself. Older male lovers, sure, but Jayna was in her forties, I figured. All my other female lovers had been roughly my age. This was something new for me, and I felt a little extra tingle to have a first, of sorts.

We began to kiss and Jayna naturally took the lead, the aggressor, and I let her take charge easily. She tasted of mouthwash and smelled of sweet rose as she pushed me back on the couch and moved over me, straddling my thighs, caressing my covered chest. She helped remove my blouse, fondling my bared breasts. Jayna spoke encouragement all the time, "You are gorgeous, Carrie!" and "I love your tits!" and "I'm getting so wet for you..."

I was into it without effort, returning some of her urgency, opening her robe and caressing her breasts before quickly sliding a hand down her body and feeling the woman's wetness immediately. Jayna moaned and whispered, "Touch me, Carrie... Fuck... Touch me..."

I slid a finger into her puss and felt her squeeze tighter. She was slippery and I could smell her arousal as I started to finger her rapidly. Jayna rose up, breaking our kiss, looking down at me. "You're wearing too much... follow me..."

The woman pulled me from the couch and I giggled as we stumbled into her bedroom, also small and a little unkempt. Jayna threw me on the bed then tore down my cords and underwear, spreading my thighs wide and pressing her tongue into my cunt in seconds. I purred my approval, already buzzing with alcohol and adding steadily-increasing arousal into the mix.

Jayna ate me like she'd been doing it all her life. Maybe she had. She lapped my hole, then teased and tossed my clit, fingering my puss a moment before a second was added, soon a third stretched me open.

As soon as another finger slid firmly into my ass, I started to cum, "Wuuuuuooooohh! Ohhh-Ohhh-Ohhh... Mmmmmmm..."

My orgasm wasn't slowing down as Jayna kept licking and fingering and stretching my holes. I bucked and came again moments later. The woman crawled onto the bed, sweaty, panting, her face covered in my juices. Jayna cocked her leg over and straddled my head, sinking her briny, horny cunt right on my face.

I drank in her scents and flavors and quickly found her large clit throbbing for my attention. I twirled it, sucked her flesh, sniffed her pussy and ass, sweeping my tongue up and down and all over her sweaty dark folds. She tasted amazing, meaty and raw, seasoned just perfectly after decades of use. I consumed her greedily.

Jayna ate me furiously, but I was far from a third orgasm right then. She came up to growl, "Eat that dyke cunt... Yeah... eat it like a dyke..."

I did my best, and soon, Jayna's body was trembling, "Finger my ass!" she demanded.

It was a tight fit, both the angle of my arm and the wrinkled muscle I penetrated. Jayna's asshole yielded slowly. I licked it and pushed saliva inside, then slid more easily past her sphincter. The woman leaned forward, breathing heavily on my thigh, her ass in the air above my face. I could just swipe her erect clit with my tongue, the scent of Jayna's ass filling my nose.

She slammed back several times then orgasmed loudly, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck-Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" As her hips swept down, I lapped her dripping cream, the tart, pungent juices covering my tongue.

Jayna kept riding and soon I had a second finger driving into her ass, her hole becoming messy the longer she rode. She smelled strongly and I was in a zone. My own puss was ignored until Jayna shuddered into her own orgasm.

She spun off me, then flipped me over, "I want to eat your ass, dyke."

I was happy to let her.

Jayna was as practiced eating ass as she was with pussy. She was firm and confident, using her tongue to wet all around my hole, licking the flesh inside my butt cheeks, dipping inside, opening my anus just a little. I loved the sensation, pushing back against her hard. I hadn't exactly prepared myself for anything anal, so a small part of me worried about the cleanliness there, but Jayna showed no such concerns, devouring my butthole for many long minutes, bringing me to orgasm again with her tongue in my ass and two fingers swirling around my nub.

I felt rather sticky when Jayna spun me again and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tasted my own ass quite strongly, but it was a strange pleasure, not repulsive. I cleaned her tongue with mine and shared the robust flavors for several minutes, my hands on Jayna's heavy breasts. She broke our kiss, "Fuck, Carrie, your asshole tastes so fucking great..."

"Mmmm-hmm," I couldn't disagree.

"I could use a break... you?"

I nodded, kissed her again, "And the toilet."

She smiled, "All yours."

- - -

I cleaned myself up after emptying my bowels and bladder, too buzzed from alcohol and orgasm to think too much on the dirty aspects of our play. Jayna was happy with it, and that made me feel the same.

She was waiting with a robe much like her own, silky, but this one green. I slipped it on, letting it hang loose from my shoulders. Jayna said, "I'd love a cigarette right now. You?"

"Sure," I told her. I'd smoked a few times around Donnie, but never picked up the habit. I was definitely in a mood to have one right then.

I cinched the robe tighter and Jayna gave me a pair of soft slippers to cover my feet. She grabbed a couple of thick blankets from the couch and opened the sliding door which led out to a modest balcony facing an even taller building across the street. We huddled together on a reasonably-comfortable patio two-seater, the warmth of her body in the cold breeze a nice contrast.

She lit me a smoke and handed it to me. I inhaled a couple of deep breaths, then said, "Smoke grass, too?"

I grinned as I puffed, "Yeah."

Jayna leaned to one side and pulled out a small pipe shaped like a cigarette, "Finish that up and I'll pack you the next one."

Soon, I was ashing the butt and taking the ceramic hitter from Jayna, fragrant weed packed inside. She showed me how to hit it so that it looked like I was smoking a cigarette in case anyone was watching from the adjacent buildings, then waited until I coughed a few times and handed it back to take a few of her own.

I felt real good. Not perfect, not the best I'd ever felt, but real good. Rather great, compared to most recent days and weeks and months. My thoughts lingered on Elise a moment. I still felt that raw love and jealousy, but it was broadly muted, distant. I didn't feel so down about it. Sure, it was self-medicating at its best, but all-in-all, this was far better than other ways I'd handled dark moments in the past.

"Do you like ass play?" Jayna asked me after a moment of traffic noise and pot-induced coughs.

"Sure... Like earlier?"

"Yeah, plus, umm, penetration. Deep penetration. Toys. That sort of thing."

I nodded, "Sure. I love a guy in my ass, or fingers... Deep, sure, so long as it doesn't hurt. Dunno that I've tried toys much."

Jayna leaned over and kissed me. I could smell my ass on her face. I didn't pull away from her. "I want you to fuck my ass. Like a guy would."

"Err..."

"I've got a strap-on. Perfect for it, goes right in and you can really hammer me." She passed me the pipe and said, "I never much cared for my guy lovers in my cunt, for some reason, never did it for me. Always my ass, though... One thing I truly miss about taking a guy to bed."

I giggled, "I love both, but... sure... I'm game."

Jayna kissed me again, "Got anywhere you gotta go tonight? Anywhere you need to be in the morning?"

I shook my head, "I'm free as a bird."

"Wanna stay the night?"

I kissed her lips, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Not promising anything more than a night, just so we're clear," she said evenly.

I nodded, "I understand... You know where things are for me..."

- - -

She was in position, bent over her mattress, legs straight. Jayna had used the bathroom moments earlier, and by the time I had the strap-on hanging in front of my crotch, she had already been spreading lubrication on and in her ass. Her dark flesh there was wrinkled and shiny, dark, straight hair sprinkled around her closed hole. Two dark freckles were just beyond the wrinkles, inside her right buttock.

"Don't go easy," Jayna said, looking back at me and reaching back to spread her ass wide, "I can take a rough fucking."

It took a moment to push the dong inside her, the tip slipping out several times before I got the angle right and could put my hips into a thrust. It popped inside and Jayna grunted, suddenly slamming herself back hard, the cock sinking deep into her rectum

"Fuck me!" she cried.

It took another moment to find the rhythm, the strap-on an unusual sensation to manage. Elise had fucked me with one when we were lovers, but I'd never worn it for her. Once I figured out how to mimic a guy's movement, I started to do as Jayna kept insisting, pounding her. I began to smack her ass, moderately at first, then harder, harder, slamming my plastic cock into Jayna's bottom.

She grunted and snorted, taking my rough treatment. Her buttocks were bright red despite her almond-brown skin. "More... Harder!" Jayna cried. "I'm right there!"

I took hold of the woman's hips, the odor from her bowels growing stronger and stronger, the dildo plunging, stretching, Jayna's asshole messy and growing loose. She started to buck and jerk, loudly moaning, grunting. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuck, yeeeeeeeesss... Mhmmmmhmmm..."

I slowed only because Jayna did. I looked down and saw raw, red flesh around the strapon, stained a little from her bowels. I gently withdrew, her hole agape and messy, spasming randomly, trying to close but failing, the dark insides visible for several moments until Jayna rolled onto her side and collapsed on the bed. I ducked behind her, the slimy dong still bobbing in front of me. Resting it between her raw butt cheeks, I curled around Jayna and kissed her neck. She was still breathing hard and did so for a long time before starting to come down from her intense orgasm.

"Can I... return the favor?" she asked lightly.

"Not now... I'm about out of it for the night, I think..."

"Good, cause so am I... not saying I couldn't be convinced though, if you need another one..."

I grinned, "Thanks, no..."

"I need to clean up," she said, then turned over and looked at my groin. Seeing the mess, she added "Suppose you should, too. Let's take a shower, eh?"

Wanting only to drift off to sleep despite the smell and the mess on my body, I grudgingly let Jayna pull me from the bed and went to clean up.

Carrie Minberg, Female, 22

	- Narrator, Bitterwood graduate

	- Beige, freckled skin, 5'6, 130lbs, curly back-length dark-red hair

Lacy, Female, 22

	- Junior at UC-Santa Cruz, sister of Donnie

	- Rich-tanned beige skin, 5'7, 145lbs, back-length bleached-blonde hair

Harrison, Male, late-30s

	- Post-Grad at UC-Santa Cruz, Lacy's boyfriend

	- Pale skin, 5'4, 155lbs, short medium-brown hair

Elise, Female, 22

	- Junior at Harvard, Norwegian

	- Pale golden skin, 5'10, 155lbs, shoulder-length light blonde hair

Jayna, Female, 40s

	- Asian woman met at a bar

	- Almond-brown skin, 5'4, 150lbs, punk-styled straight black hair