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intensity of his thrusts. Josie reached her arms back and clung to the edge of the lounge chair to keep from falling off. She laughed and moaned as she shifted her body back and forth against Nick’s. When the finale cascaded across the sky, Nick groaned and came. He pulled out and yelled, “Ta da!”
                “Synchronized firework fucking!” Josie roared. “Who knew you were so talented.”
                Nick rolled onto the grass alongside Josie’s lounge chair. He placed his hand behind his head and stared at the firework smoke dissipating in the sky. “Yeah, I have yet to declare a major for college. Maybe firework fucking is it.”
                Josie rolled off the recliner and straddled Nick’s hips. “What time do you think your parents will be home?”
                “Soon, I expect. Everyone in the neighborhood will be here shortly.”
                “Then we’ll have to make this quick.” She inserted his penis inside her again. Resting her calves and palms on the grass, she swirled her body on top of him.
                Nick forcefully thrust his hips up and down as Josie straddled him. She ran her fingers through her hair and bounced on him more vigorously. Nick pushed against the firm ground to penetrate harder and faster. His face reddened and sweat trickled down his torso. Josie grabbed the sleeve of his t-shirt and arched her back. “Oh God!” she cried. “Nick! Oh God!”
                He slowed and lowered his hips to the ground. “Shh, the whole neighborhood will hear you.”
                “Then stop fucking me so hard. You know what it does to me.”
                He pulled her head toward his face and kissed her. “Stop being so damned sexy.”
                Josie rested her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him lovingly. “What am I going to do when you’re not around?”
                “Buy a vibrator,” he said.
                “You don’t vibrate,” she said, touching his cheek. “What are you going to do without me?”
                “Shrivel up and die,” he said.
                “Seriously.”
                He looked up at her and tucked a loose strand behind her ear. “Go limp?”
                “Don’t do that; don’t ever do that!” she scolded.
                Nick sat upright. “We should probably go in and get washed up. Folks will be home soon.” Josie sighed and looked for her panties. She wished she had chosen Penn State so she and Nick could be together.
    Nick didn’t bother turning on the lights inside the house as he preferred to walk around in the darkness. He opened the refrigerator and the light filled the room. “Iced tea, lemonade, shot of vodka?”
                “What’s your mother’s latest concoction?” asked Josie.
                Nick retrieved the bottle from the refrigerator and held it into the light. “I think apricot.” He sniffed it. “Yeah, apricot. You want a shot?”
                “Sure. I think I need one.”
                He poured two small shots, raised his glass and shouted, “Budmo!”
                “Hey!” she responded. They repeated it three times and downed their shots. “Can we do it again?” she asked.
                “Nope. Mom monitors the bottles. I can offer iced tea,” he said.
                “Iced tea is fine.” Josie stared at the empty shot glass and thought about their future. She wanted to ask if they were going to see other people or stay committed. She certainly couldn’t imagine being with anyone else and she feared he would want to see others girls.
                He handed her a glass of iced tea. “What are you thinking about?”
                “The future.”
                “Why?” He asked and took a big