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"I didn't have sex with him. We just—"

"I don't want to know." He shuts it down.

I nod fast as he quickly pulls me in a kiss, sealing us away from the real world. His hands slide over my body peeling the shirt off me. His sleep shorts come off before he shifts me to sit on his face.

I slide my pussy on his face trying to find the perfect angle where I’m most comfortable, and I let his tongue remind me who the fuck I belong to. Bending, I hold his sack in my hands as I play with his shaft. We moan in tandem as we both find pleasure in each other's tongues. I ride his face leisurely slow as his tongue plays tight but light circles around my clit and whenever I am rising higher, he moves elsewhere. We aren't rushing anywhere.

A cap pops and I shudder, almost gagging on his full length in my mouth.

Fuck yes.

A moment later, his slick finger rubs cool slippery liquid into my ass and the sensation intensifies, making me clench around it. I feel his warm air on my pussy, and I know the bastard is smirking to himself.

To cut all that shit out, I caress the seam of his sack with one hand, another squeezing the base of his cock as I suck his head harder. He tries to jerk to stop me, but I have him tight and increase my firm strokes, his cock thickening. He moans under me, losing the battle quickly.

His body shudders and he tenses releasing a long groan and warm, salty liquid fills my mouth. I pull him out and he releases the rest of the spurts on my face. I smirk arrogantly as his body suffers aftershocks, pumping the rest of it out, smearing it on my face. His 'fucks' behind me are my glorious reward.

"That's unfair, Bumble," he says when he finishes twitching.

"You started it."

"And I'll fucking finish it." He slaps my ass and I jump with a giggle. He sits up, my body sliding down on him, but he doesn't let me go. I am stuck with my pussy and ass flashing him, and it takes a blink of an eye for him to get back to my clit again. This time a familiar buzz fills the air and I jolt when the vibrator connects with my clit, while a lone finger returns to my asshole.

But that's just the beginning. I cry out as I orgasm involuntarily when he introduces a second finger in my ass. And like a man out for blood, he doesn't give me any downtime, tipping over again and again. The vibrator making me twitch in orgasm with no effort at all.

When I think I’ve had enough, he has me on my knees moments later, pushing my legs apart before he pushes his lube-slick cock in my ass, slowly. The vibrator makes everything easier as he slides in. My body catches shiver after shiver, the collective sensations of everything just too much. I'm too full, I feel too good.

He hands the vibrator over to me as he focuses on fucking me brutally while spanking my ass hard. The orgasms leave me wheezing and just when I think I can't take anymore, he makes me take more, not allowing me time to gather myself. He finishes in my ass and I am shaking as I plop face down on the bed completely spent.

40

JOY AND VINDICATION

Summer

The week slithers away quicker than I expected and I haven’t spent one night alone. Most nights I’m at their house, even though things with Harvey haven't smoothed over.

A big part of it is he disappears most nights and days too. He comes around, but then quickly leaves. It made me uncomfortable thinking I was making him uncomfortable in his own home, but the guys assured me that wasn't the case.

I am split in two. One part I am happy with where I am with the others, but my happiness can't be complete without Harvey. And I am not willing to accept not having him. I will fight for us. I am giving him his time to go through some of what he's got going on, but I won't give up on us.

But today is Saturday and I am returning from an OB-GYN's appointment. I had to check the health of my privates and make sure my birth control is updated. I wouldn't want an oops baby. I am not here to have kids.

These are my years for fun and I will not waste college juggling it with pacifiers. After the clean bill of health, I decide maybe I deserve a treat for being a good girl; an early meal and a nice dessert.

I head to an outdoor beach restaurant. I've heard great things about their salmon and a chocolatey treat wouldn't hurt either. Tonight is going to be a chaotic night on campus. The guys are having a party at their house, and I don't know if I'm going.

I have had enough parties in this place to last me through senior year. I sit on the breezy outdoors, right next to the sand. Relaxed, I let the view serenade me. The light brown sand and couples taking afternoon strolls makes me think I should suggest to one of the guys that we come here.

I am staring at the waves when a waiter comes with the menus.

"Good afternoon, here are your menus." A voice too familiar makes me snap up to a face I thought I'd never see. When our eyes meet, both of us freeze from shock. I don't know if I'm seeing things.

What the fuck is this bitch doing here?

This is the last place I would have expected someone like her would be. I take her in. She's a waiter? My waiter?

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I spit, feeling like all my rage is going to melt my skin.

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