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“Are you sure your body can handle it? Because I…really need this.” Sheepish, she casts her eyes downward.

“We both do,” I assure her.

Demi takes off her sweater and hops up to unbutton her jeans. She leaves me on the bed only to get a condom, and then she’s back, tugging on the waistband of my sweatpants. I’m commando underneath and she moans happily. She grips my dick and gives it a slow stroke.

I’m hard, primed, ready to go. As she rolls the condom on, I reach between her legs and find her equally ready. Her wet pussy glides beneath my palm, and when I cup her, a dizzying rush of pleasure spirals through me. I can’t get enough of this girl. She turns me on something fierce.

“Come here and fuck me already,” I mumble.

Laughing at my impatience, she gingerly climbs onto my lap. She grips the base of me and guides my cockhead to where we both want it most.

“Fuck,” I wheeze when she’s fully seated. “Your pussy feels so good.” Then she starts to move, and it feels even better.

She rides me, taking care not to jostle me. “Is this okay?” she murmurs.

As the pleasure rises, black dots flash in my vision. “More than okay.”

Her hips roll seductively. My breathing quickens. I cup her ass, then skate my palms up her delicate spine, reaching around to squeeze her tits. I love touching her. Love the breathy sounds she makes as her body strains against mine, seeking her own pleasure.

I thrust my fingers through her dark hair and urge her head down. “Kiss me,” I rasp.

And she does, whimpering when our tongues touch. We stay in that position forever, her mouth exploring mine, her body draped over me, slowly fucking me into oblivion. And when I come, white-hot pleasure engulfing my body, I know without a doubt that I truly am in love with this girl.

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DEMI

TJ: You and hockey guy straighten everything out?

THE MESSAGE POPS UP WHENI’M ON A BUS HEADED FORBoston. I would’ve preferred taking the train, but none of the departure and arrival times lined up with my schedule for today. I wanted to visit Boston all week, but my dad’s been in surgery nearly every day. Now it’s Friday and he’s available, but Hunter’s team is playing tonight, so I’m squeezing in a quick trip to the city and then racing back to Hastings.

I can’t miss this game. Apparently it’s a crucial game in the playoffs. If they win, they go to the semi-finals? I think? I’m not entirely sure how it goes, but I know Hunter would appreciate it if I came to cheer him on.

I’m at the front of the bus, curled up in a window seat. Luckily, there’s nobody with ferret pics sitting beside me. No seatmate at all, in fact, so my purse gets its own seat.

ME: Yep, it’s all good. We talked at the beginning of the week.

HIM: Oh. You didn’t mention it.

ME: You didn’t ask :)

HIM: I’m sorry that pic upset you. Wish I never showed it to you.

ME: No, I’m glad I saw it. It was actually the catalyst we needed to have THE TALK. Anyway, how are you doing? Is your Lit prof still being an ass?

HIM: Sort of, but it’s nbd. I’m more interested in your TALK. How’d that go?

ME:Well, we’re officially together now, so I’m gonna say it went pretty well. Guess who has a boyfriend again lol I’m on my way to Boston right now to tell my parents.

HIM: Seriously? You’re going all the way to Boston to tell your family you’re dating some guy?

ME: Yep.

A wry smile tickles my lips. It’s true, a phone call would have sufficed. A text, even. But my parents are a huge part of my life. It’s always been just the three of us, and in my family we talk things out in person. Our little unit took a hit after Nico and I broke up, but Dad isn’t pushing me to get back with Nico anymore. Granted, now he’s regularly dropping hints about how I should stop seeing Hunter.

I honestly don’t know what his problem with Hunter is, other than Hunter’s wealthy background, which is a non-issue. Dad is just being extra protective, and I’d like to get to the heart of that.

And because I’m feeling so emboldened, I’m also going to tell him I’m not applying for med school.

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