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ourselves in. I looked down into her eyes, feeling nothing but anxiety and a ten-year-old fear twist through me. But her mysterious smile told me she saw something else as leaned up to kiss me.
    I felt my jacket and tie come off as she dragged me down the hall toward the first in a series of doors. I felt her breasts thrust up against me, my hands groping her like I was eighteen again, overwhelmed by the raw contact between us that already had my cock rock-hard in my pants. I didn’t see a sign on the second door, but as we passed through it, I recognized the features of a family change-room. Benches and lockers, folded white towels on low shelves, a bathroom stall and shower. I also saw the deadbolt on the door, which she cranked over as her smile widened.
    Then she was against me again, her mouth on me, pushing wet and warm against my lips. Our tongues entwined, my voice loud in the dark as I moaned.
    This is what I had dreamed of. Ten long years of waiting, and this was the night. But still, the same fear that had kept me circling around Mareta in high school like a puppy following its mother lived in me. I felt it still lurking, still uncertain, still struggling to be heard.
    And so I gasped out at one point, “Are you sure?” Because in the grasp of the fear, I felt like I needed to say something, anything. I was already planning out the various and exotic ways that I’d be killing myself later if she suddenly looked thoughtful and said, “Now that you mention it…”
    But she said nothing in response. She just kicked off her shoes and tossed her purse aside as she gave me her smile again, the smile I remembered from uncounted summer nights. Then she pulled her dress off at the shoulders, the red silk spilling down against dark skin, carrying the strapless lace bra with it and revealing what lay beneath.
    I gasped as she showed me what I’d been waiting to see since I was a teenager. Her breasts were magnificent, as full and firm in their natural state as I had always guessed, as I had always remembered in all my dreams. Her swollen nipples were chocolate-cherry dark in the pale light, her skin smooth and moist, but with a faint flush that spoke to the passion in her as strong as it was in me. As I dropped to my knees, I tasted that skin, licking a salty sweetness from her as I found each of her nipples with my tongue in turn.
    “ I’ve dreamed about this,” I whispered as I came up for air. “I’ve dreamed this for so long.” She had her breasts held firm in both hands, pressing them close for me to lose myself in.
    “ You’re not dreaming anymore,” she whispered back. “I waited for you.”
    We stripped off the rest of our clothing in a frenzy that I don’t remember. She grabbed towels from the shelf, tossing them to cover the floor at our feet. We stood naked before each other, her smile radiant as her eyes strayed across me. Her gaze lingered down below, my cock as huge and hard as it had ever been. She licked her lips as her hands found my chest, stroking down and around in small circles, but not getting any closer to my sex.
    “ You can touch it,” I said with a smile, and she did. As her hands wrapped me softly, I felt a shudder twist through her. My cock was throbbing, pulsing beneath her gentle touch. I moaned as my gaze took in every part of her, her breasts hanging pendulous and perfect, her narrow waist and flat belly pointing the way to the shadowed cleft between her legs. Her pussy was trimmed tight from the sides and top but left long around her slit. That delicious strip of mahogany curls was calling my name.
    Without a word, without needing to talk at all, I motioned her to the bench. She sat and spread, and then I was between her legs and eating her like a starving man. She was wetter than I ever could have imagined, the pink inner labia of her dark pussy dripping as I licked her. Each touch of my tongue on her pulsing clit sent a shiver through her, so that I pressed her harder,