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that have a double meaning? “Much,” I said before taking another swig.
    “Sorry about spending your time in this place drinking beer.”
    “It’s not so bad, and I’m sure we could put the time to good use.”
    His hand went to my knee and caressed it. His fingers were calloused and rough, but it made the feeling even more thrilling. He walked them up my leg. I closed my eyes and perched myself on the desk as he used the wheels on the chair to creep closer to me. His hand rested on my thigh as he looked up at me.
    “Maybe you could continue with your interview while we’re here.” He squeezed my thigh this time.
    “Sure, where did we leave off?”
    “I told you I didn’t have a girlfriend.”
    “That’s right.”
    “You want to know about my sex life?” he said.
    “Yeah. When’s the last time you had a good fuck?” Wow, did I really ask him that?
    His hand inched farther up my thigh, now almost touching my mound. He pulled on a few strands of my pubic hair. “I had sex six weeks ago with a woman I went to high school with, but it wasn’t very good. So the last great fuck… Well, it’s been so long I can’t remember. How about you?”
    “I thought the interview was about you.”
    I wanted to slide my legs open and let him explore, but taking it slow like this was so much more exciting.
    “It is, but I’d like to know more about you, too.”
    “Last great one was three years ago.”
    “Then I’d say we’re both in need and due one.” His index finger slid into my curls. “I thought all city girls got waxed down here.” He ran his fingers through my hair.
    “Not me. Okay, here’s a question for you. You ever touch a city girl’s pussy?”
    “Nope, but I think I’m about to.” We didn’t take our eyes off one another as he ran his finger over my clit and across my slit. “You always this wet and hot down here?”
    “Nope, must be because I’m near a cowboy.”
    “I think you might need a little cooling down.” With his other hand, he reached up, pulled the towel off my body, and threw it on the floor.
    “Like what you see?” I was brazen and leaned back on my elbows, so my breasts pushed out and hopefully looked bigger. That was assuming he liked large boobs.
    “Oh, yeah, pretty dark pink nipples.”
    He stood up, put his hands over my breasts, and squeezed as he kissed me. The roughness of his skin on mine sent my pussy into a frenzy. It pulsed and ached now.
    Blake pushed me flat on the desk and let his mouth make a trail from my lips, down past my windpipe, and into the hollow between my breasts. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked while flicking the other. He pulled it, almost to the point where it hurt, but then soothed it by rubbing my tit until it turned into a hard, little stone.
    His mouth left my breast and traveled down my belly. He flicked his tongue into its button then put his hands on my knees and pushed my legs apart. “Let’s see if you girls from the city look the same as the country ones.” For several minutes, he didn’t take his eyes off the spot between my legs.
    “So what do you think?” I asked.
    “Certainly better than a country girl’s. I don’t think I’ve seen a woman with such thick pubic hair that looks and feels like black velvet.” He ran his hand over it before sitting back down and wheeling the chair closer to me. I leaned back on my arms again, hoping I could see by the look on his face what he was thinking right that minute. I just hoped he was considering having sex.
    He ran his finger down the middle of my folds, grazing my clit and slit and ending with a playful tap on my anus. Next, he spread my nether lips, and I felt cool air pass over my entrance.
    “I read that you can tell how easily a woman climaxes by the size of her clit.”
    “First I’ve heard of it,” I said.
    He rubbed it, sending shivers—the very good kind—down my legs.
    “If it’s true then I’m guessing, by the size of yours, I wouldn’t