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    “When’s the last time you’ve had something to eat?” he asks, deflecting. “No offense, Liza, but you look like shit. I mean, totally fucking hot. But empty, and oversexed. All I’m saying, Liza, is that yeah, I think about you a lot. I’m sure more than you think about me. I’ve imagined this moment, or one a lot like it, more times than I can count. Now that it’s here, which I never expected, I want things to feel right.”  
    “Wow,” I say. “That’s so girly.”  
    “Yup. That’s me: girly.”  
    “You’re right,” I say. “And I’m starving. Let’s eat.”  
    It’s true. I didn’t realize the truth until Cooper said it, but I’m totally empty. I had a little last night during a brief pause for food, but nothing today besides a banana, which I only ate when playing with Jenny, and the vodka and OJ before we had sex.  
    I set my hand on Cooper’s shoulder and look him in the eye. “Why don’t we go to the sunroom and eat? I’m being stupid. You’re right, we should catch up first.”  
    “Great,” Cooper says. His face and body relax. “I’ll grab us something to eat and meet you in a few minutes. Cool?”  
    “Cool,” I say, though the only thing I’ll be eating a few minutes from now is his dick. Food can come later.  
    First, like it or not, my first boyfriend is going to fill me with seed.

Better Than Talking

    This is fucking perfect.  
    Poor Cooper never stood a chance.  
    He comes out to the sun porch, and I’m already naked. I’ve lost my tiny, blue skirt, and am now sprawled across the table.  
    He was right: The wood is soft, and warm against my skin.  
    Cooper is sweet: He’s brought us a feast, and is precariously balancing two trays, each piled with breads and fruits, two tall glasses of orange juice, and a small bowl of whipped cream.  
    “That’s so thoughtful,” I say, looking up at Cooper, and twirling strands of my hair. “But can we start with something besides food?”  
    I giggle, spreading my legs to show him my soaking hole, hoping he won’t make me wait long before he puts something inside it.  
    “Please, Cooper,” I purr. “I’ll talk all you want. After. But right now I’m horny as fuck, and need you. I want you to give me what I came here to get.”  
    “How can you be horny as fuck, Liza? You said you were just at Leigh’s. This is about power, not desire.”  
    “Not true,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m supposed to explore my feelings and wants. Right now I feel like I want you. So, what do you say, Cooper — will you fuck me? Or should I start using my fingers to take care of myself?”
    I part my legs wider, run my fingers up my lips, then show him my glistening digits. I whisper, “ Please, Cooper.”  
    He strips his shirt without a word and drops it on the floor.  
    He approaches the table, stops at the edge, and looks down on my naked body. I look up at his muscled frame, and into his eyes.  
    He’s still as stunning as he was in high school, but older, with more maturity in his face, even if there’s no more meat on his bones. “Be right back,” he says, then disappears. When Cooper returns, less than a minute later, he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses.  
    “OK,” I laugh. “Fair enough. You don’t even have to take them off.”  
    I flip on the table so my stomach is flush to the wood. Cooper sets his right hand on my shoulder and starts brushing my hand as it descends to his linen-covered cock. I feel his dick through the fabric, then hook my fingers into his waistband and tug down his pants.  
    I start laughing.
    “You still tan your dick!”  
    “I don’t tan my dick,” Cooper says, looking embarrassed. “I’m just out here naked a lot. That’s what happens.”  
    “You totally tan your dick,” I repeat, pulling it out of his pants, lightly stroking it, and taking it from hard to harder as I make myself wetter.  
    He brushes my cheeks with his knuckles as I suck him.