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cried, betraying the fact that she most
certainly was not, “I didn’t even have that much. I’m fust jine!”
    “Fust jine? Really?” Charlie laughed, “Get your hands off
the keys, little missy. I’m not in the mood to go up in a fiery inferno
tonight.”
    “Screw you, Charlie,” Anna said, “You don’t know what you’re
talking about.”
    “Anna, come here,” Grayson said, running his hand through
her hair, “I have something to tell you.”
    He brought her mouth to his, kissing her deeply. Whether
this was an act of passion or a great distraction tactic, it was a good move.
In an instant, Anna had scrambled over to the passenger’s seat, straddling
Grayson on the worn-out material. With her free hand, she flicked on the car CD
player that was already loaded with one of their favorite mixes. As if they
needed mood music. Addison snuggled up closer to Charlie, who welcomed her
advances with open arms. She burrowed against his chest, still clad in all
manner of layers. Without wasting a moment, she lay her hand against his firm
torso and let it wander down his body.
    Charlie leaned back in the seat, pulling Addison on top of
him. He not-so-secretly loved it when Addison found herself on top during their
sex play. It gave him a great view of his beautiful fuck buddy and meant that
he had very little to do but lay back and enjoy. Addison didn’t mind it one
bit, either. She loved being on top of anyone, but especially Charlie. He was
game for anything, and she’d never slept with anyone as fun as him.
    “What am I doing up here?” she asked coyly, “Are you cold or
something? Do you need me to warm you up?”
    “I most certainly do,” Charlie moaned. Addison could feel the
bulge of his cock against her still-throbbing pussy. The feel or his erection
against her sent a flurry of excitement through her abdomen. She and Charlie’s
dick knew each other very well, and it had been too long since they’d last
spent any time together, in her opinion. It was high time that they become
reacquainted, Addison thought, after all these long months.
    Addison pushed up the hem of Charlie’s heavy sweater,
exposing the smallest bit of smooth skin. She loved the shape of Charlie, the
way his hips stood out with those tantalizing muscles that were just right for
grabbing onto. She ran her fingers lightly, right above the waist of his jeans.
Addison could feel him growing harder every moment that she kept her hands on
him. He was quick to rise, this one, but that didn’t mean that we was out of
control of himself. Addison had never met a guy more able to wrangle his
erection in a pinch.
    She brought both hands to rent upon him, her small fingers
and palms working their way up his chest. She tweaked his nipples playfully,
and he bit at the air as if to bite her head off. He was a joker even when they
fooled around, and Addison wouldn’t have it any other way. She’d much rather
prefer a light-hearted love maker to some intense, poetic fraud who was really
just being self-indulgent. No, Charlie was the best. He connected with Addison
when they were together like this, never once just going through the motions,
and she appreciated it greatly.
    She quickly undid the fly of his pants in one motion. She
was nothing if not experienced in getting Charlie’s pants off. With painstaking
slowness, she slid Charlie’s zipper down, pulled his fly apart. His erection
nearly burst through the new opening, standing at attention, as if Addison
could ignore it. With glee, Addison tugged down the front of Charlie’s jeans
and briefs, and said hello to her good old friend. Charlie’s cock was rock hard
beneath her, and they groaned in unison as Addison wrapped her delicate fingers
around its width. Some girls found hand jobs to be passe, but Addison loved
them.
    Addison worked her hand up and down the length of Charlie’s
shaft, bearing down with just the right amount of pressure. Charlie arched his
back as pangs of pleasure burst