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vision—she had no idea
whose eyes, but it brought her out of her haze of arousal for a moment. For
just a moment, she became fully aware of Kyle’s kisses, just a bit too wet, his
tongue not quite doing it for her. She felt as if she was going through the
motions, but she was determined to sleep with Kyle. She needed to prove to
herself that she still enjoyed vanilla sex and that the who didn’t have to be
Jake. When Kyle had suggested they try out her bed, she’d led him to her
bedroom. He watched her strip and followed suit, pulling a condom from his
pocket.
    “Always prepared,” he whispered with a smirk, lowering
himself next to her on the bed. His kisses and touches felt great physically
but her mind kept getting distracted by that feeling of being observed. Kyle
perched over her, his dick solid, not overly long but nice and thick. She ran
her palms up and down his chest and stomach as he settled his legs between
hers. Christine reminded herself that she was enjoying everything Kyle was
doing to her, sucking her breasts, swirling his fingers in her dampness, which
was proof that she was fully into it…
    Except she wasn’t.
    Kyle’s cock was close to her entrance. Any second that thick
shaft would fill her up. And she wanted something to fill her up. She’d been so
horny ever since she’d left Jake. She bucked her hips, wanting playtime to be
over, just wanting so badly to fuck.
    Then she threw up…a lot.
    “Holy shit!” Kyle jumped away from her. “What happened?”
    Christine couldn’t talk because she felt more bile crawling
up her throat. She dashed to the bathroom and barely hit the toilet before the
next wave. After a couple of minutes, she was left with only dry heaves. She
leaned her cheek against the cool porcelain, but there was an all-over
crappiness in her mouth and nostrils and throat. She’d had the flu a year ago
but luckily no one had been around to witness her many dashes to the bathroom.
    “Christine, are you all right?” Kyle didn’t approach the
bathroom, but she gave him props for not running screaming from her apartment.
    “I’m sorry,” she croaked.
    “Man, maybe it was that hotdog at the rink. Not exactly
quality cuisine. Gross, but not at all your fault.” She heard both humor and
concern in his voice. She tossed a clean towel from where she sat into the
bedroom in case he needed it. She knew she was too lightheaded to stand and she
knew this had nothing to do with the hotdog, because at the same time her
stomach started to churn and heave, Kyle’s eyes turned into Jake’s and he
looked pissed. Maybe her body was just telling her she didn’t feel right doing
this with Kyle, but Jake’s eyes had been crystal clear and piercing and she had
the certainty that he knew what she was about to do. But how could he?
    Feeling safe to stand, she flushed the toilet, washed her
face and brushed her teeth, but she needed a shower desperately. She peeked out
of the bathroom to find Kyle fully dressed sitting on her bed. “I’m so sorry.”
    “No big deal.”
    “Can we do a rain check…or maybe not?” She frowned. She knew
she couldn’t attempt this with Kyle again. “I had such a good time tonight,
though. Thank you.”
    He stood and crossed the room in two strides so he could
peck her cheek—very brave of him in Christine’s opinion. “Call me if you need
anything, like a drive to the emergency room.”
    “Otherwise you’ll see me at work.”
    He smiled a bit sadly. “Yes. See you Monday.”
    Christine was incredibly grateful that Kyle was such a decent
man, waiting to see if she was okay and not blowing out swear words at her
puking on him. Not many men could deal with that. She knew from experience,
from the many times she’d suffered from a hangover and the guy she was with
wanted nothing to do with her, but she’d never thrown up during sex before.
That was new. Geez! And because Kyle was a decent man, she knew he wouldn’t go
into work and blab about her.
    She