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knees.”
    “Melanie, for future reference, he mounted you doggy style.”
    “Did he ever!”
    “Did you notice if he lost his erection between the kitchen and the living room?”
    “I don’t think so. He carried me, and I could feel his hard cock pushing into my back.”
    “He’s not thirty yet. He’s still going strong. Then what?”
    “He put his penis…”
    “Cut to the chase. He fucked you.”
    Melanie exhaled. “Okay, yeah, he fucked me. He pushed inside me and moaned, ‘Oh, shit, you’re tight!’ He went even deeper inside me than in the kitchen. I clenched down hard on his cock. I stretched my arms out in front of me, face flat against the carpet. God, Junie, he just used me! It felt so slutty! I got bruises on my hips, he was gripping me so hard. The sound of him slamming into my ass echoed off the walls! Then he reached around and rubbed my clit, too.”
    “Called a ‘reach-around.’ Michael is always the gentleman.”
    “After that…”
    “Whoa, slow down, girl. How long did he fuck you? Did he come again? Did you?”
    “Uh, no. I came. He slowed his thrusting. I think at one point he raised one knee and put a foot flat on the floor. He churned and churned inside me. After I came a second time—that would make three so far—he pulled out. But he hadn’t shot his load. We climbed on the sofa, and I straddled him.”
    “Facing him?”
    “Yeah. Another new position! I put my hands on his shoulders—oh, Junie, Michael has such magnificent shoulders!—and, uh, I fucked him.”
    “His massive shoulders. That’s from ten years of kayaking. Then what?”
    “I could look down and watch his cock going in and out of my pussy.”
    “Your tits didn’t block the view?”
    “Michael took care of that with his hands. Divine!”
    “Did you orgasm?”
    “Yeah! But after that, lemme think. It starts to get fuzzy. We ended up in my bed—that much I remember. I think we made love about five times.”
    Junie didn’t respond.
    “Still there? Don’t you want to hear what happened that night?”
    “Yes.” It was a croak.
    “We went to Bertucci’s—not the one where my ex works, by the way—and got a pizza. I got a little drunk on wine. In the car, Michael finger-fucked me. It was like high school.”
    “Did you come?” Junie’s voice was thick.
    “Sure did. I offered to blow him, but he said no.”
    “Yeah, why come in a girl’s mouth when you can come in her pussy? That’s Michael.”
    “Junie, what are you doing?”
    “So from the pizza place, you went back to your apartment?”
    “Yes. He was very romantic. We made out in the living room, then he carried me to bed. We made love in the missionary position. Sort of a homage to all the Catholics and fundamentalists, he said. Michael can be so silly.”
    No response.
    “Junie, still there?”
    “Yeah, sorry. Actually, I’m masturbating. What happened next?”
    “You’re rubbing your pussy while I describe how I made love to your husband? Is there a word for that?”
    ‘Horny. So, the next morning?”
    “Before that, actually. We woke up at, like, three, and went at it again.”
    “Damn.”
    “Yeah, I thought I had squeezed every last drop of sperm out of him. Boy, was I wrong!”
    “What position?”
    “Doggies.”
    “And at the light of dawn?”
    “It was a little later than that, actually. Michael went down on me. That’s how I’d like to wake up every morning!”
    Melanie heard a cry, followed by gasping.
    “Junie, are you coming?”
    “Yeah. So now, it’s yesterday? Saturday?”
    “We showered together, and he finger-fucked me again. Wait until the landlord sees the hot water bill. After Michael toweled me dry, we went out for pancakes. It had started raining—how’s the weather in St. Louis?—so we came back to my place and smoked some dope. The rest of the day is a blur. I think we made love four times.”
    “Only four?”
    “Well, that would be six since midnight, if you count our three a.m. fuck and him