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content in
the afterglow of a hot phone-sex jerk off, but I keep the receiver away from my
mouth to muffle my noise and try not to let on to her. I'm sure she knows I
didn't just sit through all of that calm as can be and I'm sure she knows I've
been doing all of this for a dose of pleasure, but she doesn't need to know all
and I take pains to keep the roles here clear: she asked; I'll deliver; but
this is my game, played my way and I'm keeping the balls in my court.
    Coming back down
to earth, her breathing regulating, she queries me in her nymph-girl whimper,
"Nick? Oh, my sweet Saint Nick is that all you have for me?"
    "That
wasn't enough? You're kind of a greedy little thing, aren't you?"
    "I really
kind of am a greedy thing when it comes to sex with you, Nick. I just can't
ever, ever seem to get enough. It's the bad girl in me. Can you forgive me? Can
you do something for my badness?"
    "Yeah,
baby," I acquiesce. I can do a lot for you. That was just a taste for
starters. Consider it your appetizer. There's more cum for you to come." I
twist my mouth up in a half-smirk, enjoying my own little play on words, bad as
it is, really.
    "I'll tell
you what," I go on, "I'll come to see you later. I won't tell you when,
but I promise it will be tonight. You just make sure you're there and you're
ready for me."
    "Oh Nick
that sounds so good. I can't wait. I'll be a good girl and I'll be here, so we
can be a little bad together. I'll wait for you all night if I have to."
    "Good. You
do that. And just make sure you're ready for me. Because if I don't think
you're prepared, I can still take my gift-bag somewhere else. And I know how
much you like that bag of mine, darling." And then I hang up the phone,
relax back on the couch and steep in the feeling of some good foreplay, and a
rowdy fucking randy night to come.
    ***
    The ride across
town to the village and her apartment is about 20 minutes, give or take, and
the traffic in this mid-sized hybrid city-burb is never too bad, so it gives me
some time to think and play with my options.  I work to decide how tonight's
sex should go, but then I decide "fuck it" and decide to let it play
itself out.
    That seemed to
work pretty damned well with the phone call; and though I enjoy some role play
and scenarios in the mix, I've never been one to premeditate every step of a
fuck. For one it's too much work and besides that I always feel like it closes
the door to so many good possibilities. So instead I just replay the
afternoon's call and her obvious hot need, her willingness and the fun we had
together, and look forward to more. My cock is hard while I'm driving, just
thinking about it. Oh what fucking fun!
    I start to think
again on the way over about why she decided to call me. Why not someone else,
if all she wanted to do was get laid? Why have to drag me back down into this?
Why not just pick up some promising prospect out and about? But then, I think,
she's never been like that. She has some morals that may be frayed and loosened
around the edges, but she's not really loose. She's always maintained good
standards. She loves sex but she's not a trashy whore.  Man can she act like
one, though.
    But still I
wonder if she's trying to get me back. And then I realize once more that that's
not for me to worry about. This was her call. I owe her nothing. I know what I
do and don't want. This is a gift. A Christmas gift. And who am I to be rude?
Mama taught this man to be thankful for whatever it is people give you.
    I consider the
dates and realize we're just four days away from Christmas. Christmas is what
she's asked for, so Christmas is what she'll get. That's my settled decision. I
don't know if she intends this to be a one-off tonight, a little early present
or if she cares to keep this going over the next few days through the actual
day itself, but I figure it doesn't matter all that much. I can't lose now.
I'll have hot sex with her tonight until I feel satisfied and then she'll
either