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letting her nightshirt fall down to cover her.
    She’d go play around online.
    Download a book.
    Something.
    But when she opened up the browser on the computer in Noel’s living room, she found the weight that had lingered in her chest expanding, threatening to crush her, choke her.
    The browser had opened to the last website he’d been on and it was a punch, right to her gut.
    Wanna Play . That was the header.
    Below that, the site’s subtitle was for those with tastes outside the ordinary.
    And the pictures…beautiful women. Slender. A message bubble popped up.
    Noel…I thought you wouldn’t be around tonight.
    The avatar was of a beautiful woman in black—black leather that cupped and lifted her breasts. Bare, perky little tits the likes of which Elizabeth hadn’t ever had. The woman was all willowy and slim.
    Elizabeth didn’t think willowy or slim had ever been words used to describe her. Solid. Busty. Chubby . If somebody wanted to be kind, they could say curvaceous or ripe , although she didn’t know how accurate that had been.
    The message box stayed empty.
    After a minute, another question came up.
    Noel, you there? I’m feeling kind of lonely…
    “Yeah?” Elizabeth tried not to laugh. “Me, too.”
    She exited the window and shut down the computer, moving over to the window and staring out over a rainy, wet Williamsburg. Noel lived in a beautiful old house not far from the colonial area and she usually loved staring outside, looking at the old places, thinking about how it must have been here a few hundred years ago.
    Now, though…
    She just felt isolated.
    And trapped.
    A desperate, sudden urge came over her and she crept back into Noel’s room, dressing in silence. Gathering her shoes, her bag, checking to make sure she had her phone.
    And all the while, Noel just lay on the bed, snoring. As she slid out of his room, she felt a half-hysterical giggle rising in her throat.
    She dressed in the hall, near the front door, her fingers clumsy, while some part of her worried he’d wake up. Once she was outside his house, she leaned against the rough brick and closed her eyes. Then she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
    It was nearly midnight, but it didn’t matter.
    Decker would answer.
    He always did.
     
     
    Back arched, Decker thrust his cock into the grip of his own hand, sweat gleaming on his body, jaw locked as he worked himself closer and closer to orgasm.
    A single, clear drop of fluid leaked out and he used his thumb, smearing it across the swollen head. In his mind, it wasn’t his hand working him closer to climax.
    It was Lizzie, always Lizzie. It had been her for years. For always.
    Her eyes, that wide, warm dark brown, lingered on his face, before running down his body, stopping…
    Come on, sweet Lizzie…
    The phone rang. He snarled, swore—grabbed the phone to throw it, but then he saw the image on the display. That face…it had Decker fighting conflicting, simultaneous urges. Of course, Lizzie filled him with all sorts of conflicting, simultaneous urges and she had ever since…oh, hey, eleventh grade.
    They were the most incongruous of friends, a fact he knew all too well. But the woman on the other end of the phone was his best friend, and the one thing he couldn’t do was ignore her call.
    Even if it did come at an inconvenient time.
    With his free hand, he grabbed the phone. The sound of her soft, almost too sweet voice was a mental caress, but all thoughts of heat and sex fled as the words tripped out of her. He gave his cock one more rough stroke and then let go.
    “Deck…hey. I…um. Can you come get me? I need a ride home.”
    He shoved himself off the bed, staring at the clock. “I thought you had your big anniversary thing tonight. What’s up?”
    A watery laugh drifted over the line. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Just…can you come?”
    “Where are you?”
    She told him and his hand tightened on the phone. Right outside the house of the