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    “I love this dream,”  I purr.
    “I really hope you’re not going to sleep through this,”  It’s Kenny.
    My eyes snap open and my body stiffens automatically.
    “I thought you’d gone?”  I try to slow my breathing, but I already sound as if I’ve been running a marathon. 
    “I’ve waited a year for this -- wouldn’t miss it for anything.”  His hands probe the muscles of my shoulders harder, deeper, and I feel his body moving closer.
    “I didn’t know --”
    “Obviously.”
    “I mean, I thought you were --”
    “Gay?”  His fingers do this thing around my earlobes that makes my flesh stand up in goose bumps.  “I wondered why you never hit on me.  Just thought you weren’t interested.”
    Kenny leans over and softly kisses my neck, his lips lingering.  I feel his breath hot on my flesh and I groan, leaning my head back.  His hands run lightly over the silk of my blouse, barely touching me, yet making every nerve in my body shudder.  Then his hands work open the buttons, pulling my blouse open as his hands caress my breasts, the same light touch, tantalizing as they slip in under the satin of my bra and tease my nipples into hard mounds of want.  
    “Jesus, Kenny,”  my voice rasps in my throat and I feel heat start to build between my legs.  I nervously pull my legs together.
    “If you like that,”  Kenny growls into my ear.  “You’ll love this.”
    He swivels my chair around so that I’m facing him.  He’s on his knees already, those hands of his slipping up the front slopes of my knees, then further, up my thighs.  My breath catches and he stops, his green eyes lock on mine, and then he starts pushing up my skirt.  One second his fingers find that red satin thong and the next second he’s pulling it down from around my hips, over my thighs and then off over my heel clad feet.
    Kenny gives them an appraising smile, and then his eyes focus on me again.  “Nice,”  He scrunches them up in his fist and shoves them into his pants pocket.  He scoots closer, until he’s kneeling between my legs now.  He flicks his tie over his shoulder then wraps his arms up under and around my thighs, gently pulling both my legs apart, and pulling me down in my chair until my ass is dangling off the edge.
    Kenny’s licks his lips and then his head dips down into my crotch.  I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lower lip as he kisses the sensitive flesh just around my pussy.  I feel the softness of his lips, but it’s the prickly scruff of his five o’clock shadow that’s making my hips buck involuntarily.  And then he licks it.  Up one side and down the other, making a quick stop at the top to swirl his tongue around my clit. 
    One of my legs dangle over his shoulder as the other plants itself firmly between his shoulder blades.  I try hard not to dig my high heel into him. As his tongue dives into my sex, pushing into and lapping at all those hard to reach places. 
    My hands grab, my fingers tangle their way through his hair, tousling it, and pulling his face harder into me.  His tongue bathes every inch of my pussy, ramming itself so far up into me I start to wonder if Kenny’s part snake -- possibly superhuman, like X-Men or that stretchy guy from Fantastic Four.
    Then he focuses his lapping on my clit again.  Long slow licks.  I started squirming in my seat, hips bucking, hands pulling harder, my thighs involuntarily squeezing in on both sides of his face. 
    The heat buildup is freaking unbearable.  I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm; my mind wiped clean, all I want is release.  But then Kenny moves his mouth to the right.
    Whoa!  Wait, I’m soooo close!
    Then he stops licking, stops kissing. He stands up, looks out the glass partition behind me and then pulls his tie from over his shoulder and straightens it.
    “We need to move this party.”
    “W-what?”  My mind’s still blank and my legs are jittery from the aborted orgasm.
    “Delores