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quirks an eyebrow up, and I just shrug and say, “A girl has to be prepared.”
    I grab his swollen cock in my hands, slowly rolling the condom into place.  I take a moment to stroke him gently but firmly, and a small groan escapes his lips.  I stop just long enough to step out of my lacy thong, his eyes widening at the sight of me in just my boots and bra. It makes me smile and most importantly, I feel powerful. The power turns me on more than Luke.  Ready to rock his world as promised, I lower myself onto him, slowly, and he shudders in pleasure.  I begin to move, up and down, setting a pace I can tell feels good for him, all the while ensuring pressure is applied in the place I need it most.  Luke reaches forward to caress my breasts, but before he can make contact, I catch both his wrists and lock them firmly above his head, reinforcing my position of power and increasing my pleasure.  I lean forward and trail my tongue across his lips before plunging it into his mouth again, riding him at an increasing pace.  Luke murmurs, “You feel so damn good,” as he strains forward, trying to lick my nipples through my lacy bra.  I lean back slightly, out of his reach, maintaining control.  I can tell by his labored breathing he is close, so I increase my pace, bringing myself closer to the edge. Finally giving in to the sensations, I let go. Just as I do, Luke thrusts into me firmly then stills, panting quietly. I sit for a moment, reveling in the power and satisfaction before carefully lifting myself off of him, grabbing my clothes and starting to get dressed.
    Luke watches me through hooded eyes before saying “You don’t have to go, you know?”
    Why can’t a guy just be happy they got some and let it go?
    “I really have to go. My roommate is probably wondering where I am.”
    He laughs, “I’m sure Sean’s taking really good care of her, or the other way around.”
    I’m not sure why, but the thought of Sean ‘taking care’ of Mac bothers me and I feel the need to find her. I’m no innocent, but she strikes me as different, better. I glance up at Luke and, as seriously as possible, say, “You’d better hope and pray he’s not ‘taking care’ of her.”
    Pulling on my last article of clothing, I head for the door, and as I reach the knob hear, “Thanks for the ride.”
    I cringe at his words, but hold my head up as I open the door and quickly walk out. I fly down the stairs and begin to look for Mac. My heart starts to beat a million miles a minute. My concern for her is definitely not something I expect to feel. The place is still packed, so trying to find a short Mac is not an easy task. I bump into people, trying to get to the place where I left her. My urgency accelerates when I get to the exact spot I last saw her, and she’s not there. I walk over to the alcohol table just to see if, by chance, she’s there. Nope, no luck, but I finally spot Sean talking to a girl and hurry over to him.
    “Where’s Mac, and what did you do with her?” I ask, raising my voice.
    Sean looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads and spits out. “She went home, and I didn’t do shit to her!”
    I don’t care if he’s pissed at my accusation. In fact, I couldn’t really give a fuck less. “You let her walk home, alone, in the dark?”
    “I’m not her dad. She’s a big girl.” The girl he’s with stares daggers at me; looking pretty perturbed I interrupted their conversation.
    “Well, why did she leave already, then?”
    He leans into me; close enough so only I can hear, “I picked the wrong girl, apparently.”
    Okay, so if I was a normal girl, this statement would bother me, but I’m past the point of caring. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. Although, this is probably not a good start to building a new reputation for myself.
    I let his comment roll off and, turning to the girl on his arm, say, “You’ve picked a winner here, so unless you’re planning on putting out tonight, he’s not