Friends and Benefits
Chapter Nine
by be287m

“It looks like watching Sharon turned you on,” Sherri said with a meaningful glance at my erection.

“Well, that and sitting here with you,” I replied.  Sherri chuckled, which led to some delightful jiggling of her bare breasts.  I didn’t peek this time--I just enjoyed the view.

“So what do you want to do about it?” she asked, mischief in her eyes.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.  “I don’t want to make you late if you have to go.”

Sherri snorted.  “I can manage my own time, Joe.  Don’t worry about me.”

“Well, we could have breakfast . . .”

“Are you hungry?” Sherri asked.

“Yes, but I’m also . . .” I glanced down at my erection, which was starting to soften.

“So do you want food or an orgasm?” Sherri asked.  Her eyes had narrowed and her lips were slightly pursed.  She looked ready to pounce whichever way I moved.

“Both,” I  said.  “I want both,” I added emphatically.  Sherri’s eyes flew wide in surprise, but she quickly regained her controlled demeanor.

“Well, finally a request from you, Joe,” she said.  Then she got a devilish grin.  “I think we can accommodate that request.  In  fact, you’ll probably enjoy a B and B.”

“B and B?”

“A term I picked up from a friend,” Sherri answered.  “Go get your breakfast ready and I’ll show you.”

I nodded agreement and got off the bed.  Sherri entered the kitchen just as I finished getting the cereal, milk, and juice out.  She was carrying a blanket from the bed and her purse.  She stopped me as I was reaching for the bowls.

“Just one bowl.  For you.  I might have some later, after your B and B.”

“So what does that mean?” I asked again.

“Sit,” she answered, ignoring my question.  I sighed and sank into my chair.  Sherri dropped to her knees beside me, using the blanket as a cushion between her and the floor.  She looked up at me and waited until I’d met her eyes.

“A B and B,” she said, “is ‘Breakfast and a Blowjob.’  We’ll see who gets their fill first.”  With that, Sherri slid under the table.  My jaw hung open in surprise as I felt her push my thighs apart and pull me forward so I was sitting at the edge of the chair.  Hands started stroking my inner thighs and I began to harden in anticipation.

“Start eating!” Sherri called from underneath the table.

I gulped and started pouring milk on my cereal.  I nearly spilled when I felt Sherri’s warm breath on my cock.  I managed to get the carton set down just as I was enveloped in her warm, tight mouth.

I moaned almost immediately.  Sherri kept up just the right pressure as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth.  I managed to shovel some cereal into my mouth, but it was a minor miracle I didn’t end up with it spilled all down my front.  All my attention was on the shots of pleasure running up from my cock.

Sherri seemed to be taking her time.  She took several long slow strokes followed by a handful of quicker bobs.  I could feel her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, caressing me there as her lips surrounded and suckled the head of my cock.  I used her slower pauses to eat a little more food.  When she was moving back and forth on my cock in earnest, all I could do was grip the edge of the table and hang on.  Eventually, I couldn’t hold back.  With a gargled cry, I started coming, shooting harder than I’d ever expected possible.
 
I was still gasping for breath when Sherri slid out from under the table.

“My gawd!  That was incredible!” I called.  Sherri’s cheeks dimpled with her smile.

“Well, thank you.”

“Seriously, that was incredible.  You’re only the third woman to bring me to orgasm that way.”  Sherri chuckled as she stood up and headed for the kitchen trash can.  I realized what she was holding.

“You used a condom?” I asked, incredulous.

“I’m a safety girl,” she chimed back as she dropped the rubber into the trash.

“I never felt you roll it on,” I admitted.  “And for it to be that good with it on . . .”

“Well, I am a professional, Joe.”

I snorted.  “So are a lot of people.  But that fact that they do something for a living doesn’t mean they’re any good at it.”

“True,” Sherri agreed.  “I think the difference is that some people work just for the money.  Other people see their work as more of a calling.”  She walked back to the table and settled into the other chair.

“Do you see escorting as a calling?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Will you tell me about it?”

“Not now, but I might tell you later.”

“Promise?” I ask.  Sherri smiled at my pleading expression.

“Sure,” she replied.  “When we’ve got more time.”  She started pouring herself some cereal and filled a glass with juice.

“Why don’t you tell me about your return to Tucson while I eat?” she suggested.

“Okay  . . .”

*  *  *

Both packing and the trip back to Tucson were uneventful.  As I moved through the mundane chores, like getting the VCR to the post office, I kept thinking about my last get together with Sharon.  As I did, I got more annoyed and more angry.  Yes, the storm had picked up, but she’d basically taken advantage of my story for her own pleasure and then pushed me out the door.

I stewed about that for a while.  Apparently I was good enough to be naughty with, but not good enough to date.  Not good enough to be really naughty with either.

We were friends with a really strange set of side benefits.

But were we even friends?

I thought back to how Sharon had taken care of me when Alicia left.  How she’d been there week after week with letters and calls during the fall when I was lonely.  I’d needed someone and she’d come through.

It was ambiguous and I’d just finished telling Allen I didn’t like ambiguity.  I wasn’t sure I liked how that made me feel.

I also spent some time thinking about Tina my first day back.  She’d basically been out-of-sight, out-of-mind for me over the holidays.  True, it had only been two dates, but I did like her.  Maybe I was focusing too much on the age difference and that was keeping me back.  Tina was smart, pretty, and energetic.  If I’d met her back in Boulder and there hadn’t been such an age difference, I would have been all over her.

The only thing holding me back was me.  I decided I wanted to see her again soon.  I didn’t remember when she got back from break, but figured I could leave her a message to call me when she got settled.

Instead, Tina picked up the phone.

“Well, hello,” I said.  “I didn’t think you were back yet.  This is Joe.”

“Joe!  You’re back!”

“Just got in.  But I thought you were going to be at your parents longer.”

“Well, I had to get out of the house,” Tina said.  “Too noisy and crowded.  So I moved back into the dorm as soon as I could.”

“Must be pretty quiet there,” I observed.

“It is.  There are only a couple of other girls here in the whole building.  They haven’t even opened the cafeteria.”

“So where have you been eating?”

“The meal plan is good at the Student Union.  I’ve been eating there.”

I glanced at the clock.  It was still early in the evening.

“Well, would you like some company for dinner?” I asked.  “I could walk over to campus.”

“Sure!  I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

I met Tina in the lobby of her dorm where she greeted me with a big hug.  She tilted her head and smiled up at me without pulling back, so I bent in for a kiss.  It had just enough hunger to remind me that I had indeed missed her, but was chaste enough for the brightly lit public room.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” I asked.  Tina grinned and nodded.

“It was really good,” she replied.  Tina proceeded to tell me all about it on the walk over.  I got caught up on holidays at the Delgado household.  Apparently one benefit of a large household was the celebrations were never dull.  Tina talked about some of the pranks her younger brothers had pulled and the delight of her youngest sister upon discovering that Santa had left a thank you note after eating all the cookies that had been left for him.

In turn, I told her about the quiet Christmas I’d had at home and some of the presents I’d gotten.  That reminded me.

“By the way,” I said, “I now own a VCR.  So if you want to come over to watch movies, we can do that.”

“That would be fun!” Tina exclaimed.  “I’ve got a bunch of old favorites I’d love to show you.”

“We might have to make it a regular move night then,” I suggested.

“I’d like that,” Tina replied.

We arrived at the Student Union and temporarily split up as we browsed through the menu selections and various serving stations in the main cafeteria-style restaurant.  The break gave me a moment to think.  I needed to tell her about my plans to leave.  It wasn’t fair for us to start talking about a standing movie night, which was really a standing date, otherwise.

When we’d gotten seated, I cleared my throat to get Tina’s attention.

“There’s, uh, one thing I should mention if we’re going to start something like a standing movie night.  I’m trying to leave Tucson as soon as I can manage it.”

“So?”

I looked at her.  This wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.

“You’re not graduating for, what, another year?” She asked.

“Yeah.  It depends on when I defend my master’s thesis, of course.  But that’s about right.”

“A year’s a long time.  Let’s worry about what happens then, then.”

“Okay,” I said.  I started to say something more, but bit my lip.  It wasn’t wise to argue against myself.

“So when do you want to have me over?” Tina asked.

“How about Friday?” I suggested.  “I can cook something up and then we can pop a movie in and watch it after dinner.”

“I’ll stop by the video store,” Tina suggested.  “Any special requests?”

That got us talking about movies again, both the old ones that we both knew and the smaller gems that we each hoped the other would like.  I managed to get Tina laughing with attempts to mimic Abbott and Costello and we tried to do the “Who’s on First” routine, but neither of us knew all the lines.  We gave up about the time we both finished eating and just grinned at each other.

“So what now?” I asked.

“Go for a walk?” Tina suggested.

“Sounds good.”

We cleared our trays and headed out into the night, holding hands.

“You know,” I commented, “this is one of the good things about Tucson.  A few days ago, I was in the middle of a big snow storm.  Now I’m in shirt sleeves.”

“We often call my cousins in Rochester, New York, on New Year’s,” Tina said.  “I think my dad loves teasing his brother that we’re having a pool party.”

“You guys have a pool?” I asked.

“No, but one of my aunts does.  We’re usually over there when Dad makes the call.”

I chuckled.  “I can see it.  Pool noises and splashes in the background while your uncle watches the snow fall outside his window.”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Our walk across campus had naturally taken us toward the East end.  We turned right in a small loop and came upon the Chi-O steps.

“Hmmm,” I said, as we pulled up in front of them.  “How did we end up here?”

Tina chuckled.  “I think you wanted me here.”

Tina let go of my hand and stepped up so that our faces were level.  She put her arms around my neck.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

“I missed you too,” I replied.  Well, at least once or twice, I justified to myself.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss.  Tina returned the kiss with passion and we were soon making out.  I managed to get us moved over to the shadows and sat down.  Tina straddled my lap and we began kissing again.

I kissed Tina’s mouth, jaw, and behind her ear.  She returned the exploration by covering my face with kisses.  Tina also began making small moans and panting between kisses.  I realized that my hard cock was grinding against her crotch and she had to be feeling it.  When I concentrated, I could feel the heat radiating from her in the same place.  My own breath started getting more ragged.  Finally, I pulled back.

“So,” I gasped, “how far do you want this to go?”

Tina caught her breath and pulled back, looking me in the eyes, quite serious.

“As far as I’m comfortable,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to explore,” Tina said.  “I want to experiment and try things I’ve heard about, but I want to do them with someone I can trust.  With someone I know won’t push me and will let me set the pace.”

“I can do that,” I said.  Tina’s resulting grin was broad.

“I thought you might say something like that, Joe.  You’re a really sweet man.”

“Who can be a little spicy,” I shot back.  I leaned forward and kissed her to emphasize my point.  Tina returned the kiss with equal zest and all words were forgotten for a while.

Given Tina’s comments, I placed my hand on her side, just below her breast, while we kissed.  I slowly inched it up, pausing for a few minutes after each move.  Tina caught her breath with each move, but then let it out and began kissing me again.  Eventually I slid my hand over, cupping her breast in my hands through her shirt.  Tina’s kisses were fast and passionate as I fondled her.

Eventually Tina had to shift around, as her legs were beginning to cramp.  That forced my hands to more chaste positions.  We continued kissing for a while longer but then agreed that we needed to call it a night.  I walked Tina back to her dorm where we kissed a little more before I headed home.

The message light on my answering machine blinked incessantly when I walked in the door.  It was Sharon, wanting to know if I’d arrived safely.  It was late enough that I didn’t feel obligated to call her back right away.

The next day, I visited the career center, the department office, and the library to catch up on my journal reading.  When I got home, I logged on and started catching up on the newsgroups.  I got so completely absorbed that the ring of the phone startled me.  I realized I was hungry too—I’d read right through my normal dinner time.

“Hey, Joe!  It’s Sharon.  I thought I’d see how the trip down went.”

“Pretty good, though it’s been busy since I got back.  Look, I haven’t had dinner yet.  Can I call you back in an hour?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Great.  Talk to you in a bit.”

After hanging up, I threw a frozen pizza in the oven.  As I stared in the fridge, I realized I was going to need to figure out something to cook for Tina on Saturday.  As the pizza cooked, I pored through both of my cookbooks trying to get some ideas, but my thoughts kept drifting to the upcoming phone call with Sharon.

Did I want to tell her I was irritated about what had happened the last time we’d gotten together?  What good would it do if I did?  Yeah, I was annoyed that she’d pushed me out the door so quickly last Friday and that she really hadn’t offered me any chance for ‘relief.’  But how many women would let a guy watch her masturbate?  A lot of women wouldn’t even do that for their lovers, I mused.  Of course, she hadn’t really let me watch, with the blanket and all.  But still . . .

I thought about Sharon’s New Year’s Eve story.  She needed someone she could trust.  Wasn’t letting her set the pace and push me out the door trustable?

Tina wanted someone trustable too.  But Tina was here and I wasn’t going to see Sharon until Spring Break, if then.  I didn’t have to make any decisions about Sharon right now.

It might not be that hard, I realized.  Sharon was the one that was insisting that we were just friends and that I pursue things with Tina.  If they worked out in the next couple of months, who could complain?  And if they didn’t, Sharon would still be there.

I was in a much better mood when I called Sharon back.

“How’s life?” I asked once Sharon was on the line.

“Pretty dull,” she replied.

“Sorry to hear that,” I replied.

“How about you?” Sharon asked.

“The trip back kept me busy,” I said.  “And I saw Tina last night, which is why I wasn’t home when you called.”

“So how’s Tina?”

“She’s fine,” I said.  I proceeded to tell Sharon about the evening, including all the kissing and the conversation about me leaving.  Sharon wanted to know if things had gone beyond kissing and so I told her about caressing Tina’s breast.  I wound down by mentioning the standing movie date.

“That sounds great, Joe,” Sharon said, echoing my own smug satisfaction.

“Yeah, looks like I’m going to be pretty busy.”

“Not too busy, I hope.  I hate it when friends disappear because they’ve started a new romantic relationship.”

“I doubt I’ll disappear,” I said.  “Tina’s serious about her academics so I doubt we’ll get together more than a couple of times a week.  For that matter, I’m going to need to be studying harder this semester.  While I passed, my grades weren’t that good.”

Sharon snorted.  “It’s hard to imagine you with poor grades.”

“Well, it’s hard to imagine me with a lot of things.”

“True.”

“So,” Sharon continued, a leading edge in her voice, “are you going to be too busy to send me story packets?”

“I supposed I could still do that,” I said.  Then I felt a bite of bile.  I decided to go ahead and ask.  “Are you going to send me any in return?”

“Uh, sure.  I could do that.”

“Great.”  Inwardly I was thrilled, but I kept my voice even so as to not be too eager.  I wasn’t sure if she’d do it.  And if she did, I wondered what she’d write about.

I found out that Friday.  Sharon hadn’t mentioned the stories again during that phone call and the discussion faded from memory as the following days found me very busy.  I managed to line up a research project and get a jump start on my classes so I was feeling pretty good when I headed home early Friday afternoon.  I was partially surprised when I pulled a large thick mailing envelope out of the mailbox.

The envelope included a cassette tape, about twenty handwritten pages, with a yellow post-it note on the top.  The note said: “Listen to the tape while you take a bath and read the story.  The copy is so you can get one wet.”  Closer inspection revealed that there were really only ten original pages and the rest were photocopies.  The title on the first page was “The Geisha Bath.”  The label on the tape said it was the soundtrack to The Last Emperor of China.

I headed into my apartment and contemplated the clock.  I had a few hours before Tina was due to arrive and I’d come up with a decent menu that didn’t require too much time to cook.  There wasn’t enough time for a bath, but I could read the story.  I tucked the copy and tape away in the back of my drawer next to Sharon’s pictures and flopped on the bed.

Sharon had written a long story about a Geisha that slowly bathed, then dried, then fucked her patron.  Presumably her patron, since he was never named.  It was languid, describing the slow, gradual steps of washing and drying.  When the Geisha finished drying the man and sank to her knees to take his cock in her mouth, my own cock began to harden.  I stripped my pants off and continued reading as I touched myself.

Unfortunately, the story ended before I’d quite managed to reach my own finish.  I considered reaching for Sharon’s pictures, but that still felt odd, so I backtracked and reread the story again, this time letting my imagination go well beyond the written page.  The thought of Sharon as the Geisha, on her knees with my cock in her mouth, led to my eruption.  Gasping, I calmed down from my orgasm and then cleaned up.  I tried to do a little homework before it was time to start cooking for Tina.

Tina arrived right on time.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” I said as I ushered her in.

“Thanks,” she said, looking around.  “It’s pretty nice.”

“Actually, it’s pretty small,” I replied.

“The poster looks good.”  Tina walked up closer to where sex, lies, and videotape now hung on the wall.

“Well, of course it does,” I replied as I moved up behind her.  “I had really good help.”

Tina turned, smiling.  Since we were standing close, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.  She returned the kiss and we stayed clenched for a while before Tina pulled back.

“Nice appetizer,” she commented, grinning.

“Wait until you have dessert,” I replied, waggling my eyebrows.  Tina laughed.

“So what are we having in between?”

“Mad Hatter Meatballs, Flopsy-Mopsy Carrots, and Fluffy Mashed Potatoes.”

“What??” Tina asked, laughing.  I held up Betty Crocker’s New Boys and Girls Cookbook.

“I only have two cookbooks,” I said.  “I figured I’d go with something I knew.”  Tina took the book from me and started paging through it, chuckling at some of the pictures.  She set it down and looked at me.

“What’s the other one?” she asked.  I pointed to The Kitchen Survival Guide.  Tina started shaking her head slowly.

“Joe, Joe, Joe.  We are going to have to teach you how to cook.”

“Okay,” I said.  “I assume you know how.”

“Assume?” Tina said, raising an eyebrow.  “I’m the eldest.  I’ve been cooking family meals for years.”

“Then you’ll be a good teacher,” I replied.  Tina grinned and nodded. “Next time, then.  I’ll be done with tonight’s meal in a little bit.  Wine?”  I indicated the open bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau next to our place settings.

“You know,” Tina began, amusement in her voice, “I’m not legally old enough to drink.”  I squinted as I looked at her.  Oh yeah, they’d raised the drinking age to twenty-one.

“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t,” I replied.  Tina flashed a smile at me and poured a glass of wine.  She passed it to me as I worked at the stove before pouring herself one.

 We made small talk about school and Tina’s work as I finished cooking and served the meal.  Tina was pleasantly surprised with the meatballs and not too crestfallen when I produced some store bought cake for dessert.  She promised that desserts would be one of the first things she taught me to prepare.  We finished the wine and then Tina grabbed the tapes.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a couch,” I said.  “I usually sit on one of the kitchen chairs or on the floor.”

“The floor’s fine,” Tina replied.

“Great.  I’ll grab some pillows.”

When I returned from snagging them out of the bedroom, Tina had gotten the videotape queued up.  After various fumbling attempts to find some good viewing spots, we settled in to watch the movie while lying on the floor side by side.  The first film was the comedy—What’s Up Doc?, starring Barbra Streisand and Ryan O’Neal.  It was probably older than Tina, I realized, but that didn’t prevent us both from laughing hard and long during some of the sequences.

For the second film, Tina had picked Breakfast at Tiffany’s.  As the movie began, she inched a little closer to me.  I opened my arms and she snuggled in.  We watched the rest of the movie cuddled up together.  Just as the credits began to roll, I leaned over and kissed her.

The kissing soon turned quite passionate.  Both of us kept running our hands over each other’s bodies while our tongues dueled.  Tina rolled on top of me as we continued to kiss, but we couldn’t keep her hair from falling into our faces.  Laughing we rolled back over so that I was on top of her.

As we resumed making out, I began covering Tina’s face with kisses; her cheeks, her ears, her forehead.  She purred as I explored.  I slowly began kissing lower with each foray away from her lips until I was scattering light caresses across her collar bones.  I moved back up and kissed her deep, our tongues again meeting.  Then I pulled back and looked into her eyes.  I placed one hand on the top button of her blouse and paused.

Tina let out a deep breath.  Her eyes were wide and she was shaking ever so slightly.  She let out another deep breath and nodded her head.

I undid the button and kissed the newly exposed skin underneath.  After nuzzling for a moment, I returned to her mouth.  Tina moaned and kissed back hard.

I continued the pattern with each of Tina’s buttons.  I’d trail kisses down her chest, and then pull back and meet her eyes while I held the next button in my fingers.  I’d wait for her to nod, and then unbutton it and nuzzle and suckle the exposed skin.  Tina’s nods got quicker the further I moved down.  Finally, I pulled her shirt tails aside, leaving her in only her bra from the waist up.  Tina sat up and pulled her blouse all the way off.

Since Tina was sitting, I shifted so I could pull her into my lap and continue kissing her.  She returned my kissed with a growing enthusiasm as I ran my hands across her shoulders, up and down her back, and through her hair.  Tina let out a small moan as I kissed behind one ear while holding her head firmly in one hand, caressing the back of her neck with my fingers.  Then I slowly slid my hand down and rested it on her bra strap.

Tina leaned in, hugging me, and resting her head on my shoulder.  Her breathing was tense and a little ragged.  I held her and rubbed her back with my other hand.  After another deep breath, Tina leaned back and looked me in the eyes.  The she pursed her lips for a kiss.  As our lips met, I began fumbling with the clasp to her bra.  Tina’s hands whipped around and met mine.  I quickly realized she wasn’t pushing me away, but helping.  Her bra came unclasped and fell between us.  I tugged it out and threw it aside and then broke the kisses.

“Let me look,” I said.  Tina reddened a little but leaned back.  My eyes trailed down to her breasts.  They were small, not more than a good handful, with puffed areolae and very erect nipples.

“They’re perfect,” I said.

“Aw,” Tina replied.  Our eyes met and I pulled her in for another kiss.  Slowly, I eased her down onto her back and stretched out beside her.  As I did, I stripped my shirt off so we were both topless.

Once again lying side by side, I had a free hand to caress Tina’s breasts while we kissed.  I mostly ran my hand across them lightly, tracing my fingers around her curves.  Tina’s breathing became more relaxed and she started to make mmm noises and small mewls of pleasure.  During one breath catching moment, I pulled back and shot her a mischievous smile.  Then I leaned over and fastened my lips around her left nipple.

Tina gasped as I suckled and licked.  Then I moved away from her nipple, trailing my tongue over the rest of her breast.  She gasped again when I returned to my starting locale, this time sucking harder while also licking with my tongue.  After a dozen heartbeats, I moved over to her right breast and repeated my actions.  After giving it its share of kisses, licks, and suckles, I pulled back and smiled at Tina.

“You like?”

Tina nodded vigorously.

“Do you want to go further?” I asked, my eyes flicking below her waist.

“Yes, but not tonight.”  I smiled to hide my disappointment and returned to caressing and nuzzling her breasts.  After several minutes, Tina’s hands came down and began caressing the back of my head.  I slid up and began kissing her lips once again.

We spent a good while longer making out just like that—Tina topless and pressed into me, me occasionally playing with her breasts but more often just kissing her and holding her.  We shifted positions and spent some time with us sitting, her in my lap, as well as lying down, side by side or with me on top of her.

During one of the times where Tina was on her back, I trailed kisses down from her breasts around her belly button.  Tina giggled and nearly shrieked with laughter if I was too light.  Harder pressure seemed to not tickle and evoked moans.  As I kissed just above the top of her shorts, I slid my hand up her thigh.  I stopped when Tina sucked in her breath.

“You sure you don’t want to go further?” I asked.  “I’m a pretty good kisser there too.”

“Oh, I want you to,” Tina said, starting my blood racing harder, “but . . . not . . . not tonight.”

“Okay,” I said.  I slid back up until I was lying beside her and kissed her lightly again.

“We can wait until you’re ready,” I reassured her.  “I’m just sure you’ll enjoy it when we do it.”

“We do it—you mean oral sex?”

“Yeah.  Like I said, I’m pretty good.”

“I’ve never done it,” Tina admitted, her face falling.  “Gone down on a guy.  You’ll have to teach me what to do.”

“I’m not sure that I can,” I replied.  “Only one woman has ever . . . been successful going down on me.  I’m not exactly sure I can tell you what she did.”

“Well then we’ll have to learn together,” Tina stated.

“I’d like that,” I replied.

“Good.”  Tina squeezed me tight and snuggled into my side.  I lightly stroked her back.  We just lay there, nearly dozing, as my erection softened and I got used to Tina’s bare breasts pressed against my side.  My mind drifted, but mostly I just enjoyed the moment.

--fin--
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