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“We’re coming!” I called, grinning at TJ. Coming, indeed.

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“Where’s TJ?” Janie asked, glancing up as I came down the stairs.

“I tucked him into bed in Gretchen’s room..” I smiled, sitting on the couch beside her where she was typing away on her laptop. “Jetlag. He’s exhausted.”

“Where did Henry and Liz go?”

Janie waved her hand toward the door. “Out somewhere. I don’t know what he’s gonna do when we have to leave.”

“Vacation romance,” I agreed, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. Glancing over at Janie, I asked, “And what about yours? You still upset about Brian?”

She shook her head, making a face. “I just wish I could, you know, squeeze his balls in a vice or something for a few hours.” I laughed. “Now there’s an image.”

“Although I have to admit…” Janie bit her lip, pausing in her typing and staring at the screen.

“What?” I prompted.

“I kind of miss…” She looked sideways at me and half-smiled. “You know…fooling around.”

“Oh that.” I smiled back. “Well he was your first.”

“But Ronnie,” she sighed, sounding almost whiny. “I miss it so much.” I nodded sympathetically. “What part do you miss most?”

“Well…I do miss…” She flushed. “Having him inside of me. Did you miss TJ? The first week you were here, I mean…?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t about to tell her I’d alleviated that ache with her father… and her brother. “What else do you miss?”

“I also miss…” She swallowed, looking down. “His mouth…”

“He was a good kisser?” I misunderstood her meaning purposefully, watching her squirm. God, she was beautiful.

“No…well, yes…” She laughed, shaking her head. “But I mean… down there.”

“Ohhhh.” I smiled, nodding. “Yeah, that’s…mmm. God, yeah, I’d miss that, too.”

“But I’ve been doing that a lot longer.” Janie looked at me, her eyes bright.

“Is that so?”

“All the girls do it together now,” she said, meeting my eyes. Her look was both defiant and inviting. It made my knees weak. “Honestly, it feels so good, it’s hard not to…”

“So you’ve been with girls before?” I asked. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “Did you like it?” She nodded again, slowly, licking her lips. Such a pretty mouth. My belly clenched and I asked, “What did you like about it?”

“Girls are so soft,” she murmured. “I love the feel of them…and ohhhh, the taste…”

“You like the taste of pussy?” I asked boldly, my voice low, feeling my nipples tingle.

“Yeah, I do.” She nodded, not blinking. It felt like we were having some sort of sexual stare-down contest. “A lot.”

“Well…” I broke first, looking away, flipping channels again and trying to hide my flush. “So, what are you doing there on your laptop anyway?”

“Writing,” she replied, still not looking away from me. I swore I could actually feel her gaze.

“Writing what?” I flipped past the Food Network-too sensual-stopping at CNN. Something dry and boring. That was good. “A paper for school?”

“No. It’s…well…” She flushed then, finally looking back at the computer screen. “It’s…a story.”

“A story?” I raised my eyebrows, curiosity piqued. “Like, a fiction sort of story?”

She nodded, biting her lip, saying quickly, as if she had to blurt it out or might not say it at all: “It’s erotic.”

“Really?” I cocked my head and smiled, really curious now. “Want to read it to me?”

She brightened. “You want to hear it?”

“Yeah,” I said, although I didn’t expect it to be any good. Erotica was no easy task, even in the hands of the best authors, but I was curious about what she found erotic. That part I was very curious about.

Janie cleared her throat and began:

“Oh baby, now this is the perfect instruction in self esteem.” I rolled off his hot, sweaty body to my side of the bed. “Lesson number one-learning to love having recreational sex.”

“Is that so?” He kissed my shoulder as I curled up and pulled the sheet over my hip. “What’s lesson two?”

“Do you realize, we’d still be at dinner?” I snuggled back, feeling his cock twitch against my ass. Nice.

“I’m glad you cooked.” His mouth. It was sweet and warm and wet against my back. I liked that.

I rolled toward him, twining my fingers behind his neck. “I’m glad we fucked.”

“Where’s David?” he asked, his eyes dark.

“David?” Okay, sometimes I liked playing dumb.