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couple short stints, but nothing lasting for the past three years. He was too much of a . . .” I struggled to find the right word. “. . . a liability, I guess. He wasn’t showing up to practices. He stayed out late partying, going to strip clubs, gambling. No team wanted him. And for good reason. He clearly has issues controlling his behavior.”
 
    Tina stared at me, taking it all in. “I thought you said you didn’t really know him. He told you all this?”
 
    Shit . Busted . Out of all of the embarrassing things I had experienced in the past few weeks, somehow this was the only thing that made me feel a hint of shame. “I Googled him.” It felt worse to admit it than it had felt when I was actually doing it. Great. Not only was I becoming sexually reckless, but now I was a stalker too.
     
    “So what? So he’s a playboy who likes to have a good time? You’re not marrying him. You’re just screwing him.” She paused to examine my response. “Please tell me you are still planning to screw him."
     
    I said nothing.
     
    “Look, you haven’t really been in a serious relationship since you broke up with Chris. I know it was hard for you, but that was like five years ago. I mean, Christ, that’s what your twenties are for: fucking hot guys with no strings attached. Have a good time. Enjoy yourself.” She raised her voice a bit, clearly enthusiastic about the subject. “For God’s sake, if you don’t do this for you , at least do it for me . Now that I’m married, I need some excitement in my life. I need to hear some good stories. It’s not every day you get to hear how your friend got finger banged at 30,000 feet. And that’s the kind of thing I’d like to hear about. Every day!”
 
    “Jesus, keep your voice down.”
 
    She stopped to take a few sips of her beer before continuing. “All I’m saying is that you need to get back on that horse . . . or, I guess in your case, that big dick. Because if you don’t, you better stop at the drugstore on your way home and pick up some more batteries for your vibrator. Come to think of it, you better get that sucker a charger because it’s going to get a lot of use for the rest of the school year with all of the sexual frustration you’re going to be experiencing.”
 
    All I could manage was, “I don’t own a vibrator.”
 
    “Well,” she said, as she rose to get us more drinks, “you either take my advice, or you better fucking invest in one.”
 

Ten
 
    My nails scraped against the muscles of his lower back as I worked my way up to his shoulder blades, massaging frantically, until my warm p alms found the back of his neck and pushed his mouth even more forcefully against my own.
     
    He was delicious. And soft. And I was urgent as he nipped at my bottom lip, licking his way down my skin from my chin to the front of my neck.
     
    Yes . . . yes. Oh, God. Keep going.
     
    My head fuzzed with all of the violent, perfect words I wanted to say as I grabbed a handful of his ruffled hair and pushed him further down, letting him know of my intent. My back arched slightly as I gripped the muted teal and white comforter with my other hand. I was lost. Passionate. Needy.
 
    With one powerful grasp, he lifted my hips in the air, and my wetness found his mouth at last. His tongue fluttered across my clit as I invited his fingers to invade me and softly stroke my insides. Pulsations of pleasure slid up my spine. My ass again found the bed as he placed me down, sucking wildly at my slick opening.
     
    I was a rush of heavy, demanding breaths. Persuasive moans. And unintelligible ramblings. My heels dug strenuously into the mattress, my legs straining to find the release I needed as I moved his strong hand to my aching chest, inciting him to twist and pull at my nipples gently.
 
    Oh, shit. I’m close.
     
    With a quick tug of his hair, I brought his face needily up to my lips again, thoroughly devouring him. Then, pushing on his powerful