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CHAPTER FOUR

Refreshed and ashamed, yet feeling she had accomplished something in her quest for revenge, Gretchen caught a cab in front of Frank's apartment. She gave the driver the name of a hotel in town and settled back in the seat.

"Roger is next," she whispered, thinking about tonight ahead.

She glanced at her watch. "Damn." Its late and the hungry feeling in the pit of her stomach reminded her that she had not eaten a thing all day. After paying off the driver and registering at the desk, she allowed the handsome young bellboy to carry her small overnight bag up to her room.

"Thanks," the bellboy said as Gretchen laid four one-dollar bills in his hand. "If you want anything, ask for Tim."

"I'll remember that, Tim." She gave him a hot smile that churned his stomach. She watched him go, then went to the phone and ordered dinner sent up to her room.

Sipping her coffee after eating, she reached for the phone. After dialing nine, she heard the dial tone and dialed Roger's home, hoping to catch him before he went out. About to hang up in defeat, the line clicked open.

"Hello?" a sultry voice purred.

Gretchen was surprised to hear a woman's voice. In her anger she had forgotten about Roger never being alone. She smiled sadly, seeing a lonely night ahead of her. "Is Roger there?"

"Who wants to know?" The woman's voice had become wary, defensive.

"Tell him it's his sister-in-law." She imaged Roger beside the mysterious woman, both naked, both in bed, a place she should be now, with Ray. She forced her husband from her mind.

"What can I do for you, Gretchen? I hope you don't need a ride. I'm a little tied up right now."

"I can tell." Gretchen laughed, forgetting her own troubles for the moment. "It wasn't important. Will you be in your office all day tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Why don't you stop by in the afternoon? I'll be busy all morning."

"The same way?" she quipped.

Roger grinned. "Business in the morning. Pleasure at night."

"I hear it's pleasure all the time."

"Rumors," he said.

"I'd better hang up. Your company might get jealous. If you put her back on the line, I'll assure her I'm really your sister-in-law."

Roger laughed. "You don't have to. She heard it all. I'll see you tomorrow around two."

"Bye, Roger." She dropped the phone back in its cradle and frowned. Roger had someone, Patsy had Tony, unless she was still with Ray, and she was alone. She battled with her thoughts, vanquishing them.

Frank! She dialed his number quickly and hung up in frustration after ten rings. She looked at the door. "I can go to the lounge. He might be there." She discarded the idea. A shower, a few drinks from room service, and a good night's sleep. She picked up the phone again, then remembered Tim.

"Can I help you?" the operator asked.

"Yes. Send someone up for my tray and will you connect me with the bell captain." She waited, heard the clicks, then the sound of the bell captain's voice.

"I'm in 1312. Could you send Tim up please?" With the bell captain's assurance, she hung up and waited. Tim was cute and she felt as if she knew him. Being lonely and depressed, it helped.

She opened the door on the first knock. It was both room service and Tim. "How about a bottle of Cutty Sark," she said after her tray was taken away. She winked at Tim. "Two glasses." She dropped a twenty in his hand. "I'll leave the door open."

Tim smiled, his eyes devouring her lush body. "I'll be back in a flash." He turned on his heel, not believing the wink or what it implied. She was probably expecting company and was having a little fun at his expense. He didn't care. She tipped well and enjoyed looking at her.

With Tim gone, she slipped out of her clothes, wishing she had something sexy to wear for him. She shrugged. All her sexy things were at home, where Patsy could wear them. She padded into the bathroom.

Naked, she stared at herself, wondering if the young man would find her appealing. Insecurity gnawed at the back of her mind. She had to know. "Am I getting old?" she asked her reflection. "Patsy's eighteen. Tim would probably be happier with her." She stalked from the bathroom, naked, determined to prove she was still desirable and satisfy her revenge at the same time.

She slipped her skirt and blouse on, left the top three buttons open, and stepped into her shoes. Her tits pressed boldly against the silky material of her blouse, the nipples erect with excitement. She squeezed her thighs together. Warm cream greeted her. She was ready.

She sat on a chair near the window and looked out. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously. He was a boy, Patsy's age. It was frightening and exciting. Rejection fought with revenge.

A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. She pulled herself together, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Come in." She fixed a smile on her lips.

Tim opened the door and stopped, his eyes falling on Gretchen as she sat by the window. His heart tried leaping into his throat and his groin stiffened into a knot. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. "I got the Scotch."

"Good. I'm thirsty as hell." She stood, walking over to the young man slowly. "Do you think you might have time to have a drink?"

Tim's eyes settled on the twin tit-mounds straining against the silk. The soft flesh of her tits peeked from the open blouse. "Sure," he gawked, his eyes finally settling on her swollen nipples, just hidden from view.

"I'm glad. I hate to drink alone." She brushed by him, sitting on the small sofa near the bed. "Why don't you pour?" Casually, she placed her hand on her knee and eased up her skirt.

Tim opened the bottle and poured them each a tumbler of the potent liquid. He smiled, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks, Tim." She took her drink, her hand caressing his for a quick moment. "Sit beside me." She patted the cushion. "We can talk."

Obediently, Tim did. He took a gulp of the booze and it burned going down his throat. He was finding it difficult to sit still.

Gretchen angled her body, faced the nervous bellboy, and sipped her drink. She held his eyes with her own, enjoying his discomfort, yet still unsure if the boy would reject her or not.

"Do many women invite you in for a drink?"

He shook his head and took another gulp. "I just started working here a week ago."

"You'll probably get a lot of invitations." She winked. "You're very handsome."

He smiled sheepishly. The booze was making him warm and the scent of her perfume was making him hot.

Tentatively, Gretchen touched his cheek with her free hand. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Christ," he blurted out. "You're beautiful!"

Her heart skipped a beat. "You don't think I'm too old, do you?"

"Too old for what?" He grinned, the booze loosening his tongue.

She laughed softly. "Too old for a handsome young man like you." She caressed his cheek and inched closer to him, her knee touching his.

Tim was dumbfounded, not knowing whether she was putting him on or whether she was serious. "I don't think you're old at all," he finally said. His eyes constantly drifted to the front of her blouse where the fleshy mounds of her tits were exposed.

"You keep looking at my tits," she said boldly, becoming excited about going to bed with him. "Would you like to see more?" Her blue eyes danced.

Without waiting for an answer she knew to be obvious, she undid two buttons, exposing the full roundness of her tits. Only the nipples remained hidden from his bulging eyes. She took a long pull on her drink and set the glass down. Her tits almost spilled out and Tim coughed.

Gretchen suppressed a giggle and inched closer. "You like them?" She jutted out her chest. Pussy juice seeped from her.

"They're gorgeous," he blurted out, finishing his drink. He wanted to grab them, but didn't. His job was important and he didn't believe be was fucky enough for this to be true.

Gretchen sensed the boy's dilemma. "This isn't a tease, Tim." She took his empty glass from his hand. "I'm hot." She took a deep breath. "Touch me. Feel my tits." She became frightened, afraid he wouldn't respond.

Her fears were unfounded. Tim, his eyes glued to the flesh of her tits, cupped one large, round, meaty globe in each hand. His fingers closed into the softness and his breath whooshed out.

A deep relaxing sigh escaped Gretchen's open mouth. "Oooo, Tim." She trembled inside. "Squeeze. Oooo, yesss, squeeze."

Tim squeezed, his head in the clouds, his cock a raging ache in his pants. "Take off your blouse," he managed to mumble.

"Ooo, Tim!" She forced herself out of his clutching fingers and stood. Her legs were weak, her knees trembling. Her mouth dried up as she stood quivering in front of him as he leered up at her.

Insecurity stopped her for a fleeting second. She fought it, undid the last two buttons, and slipped off her blouse. She dropped it on the bed and was thrilled with the obvious pleasure spreading over the boy's face.

She rubbed her aching tits. The nipples felt as if they were about to burst. "I'm so hot, Tim. I'm soaked between my legs."

Tim's head was spinning. She was exquisite! He put his hands on her hips and squeezed. Roaming up to her tits, he mauled the fleshy mounds.

Gretchen rocked on her heels. It was happening! "Take off my skirt." Her voice was husky, deep, coated with emotion. "I'm not wearing any panties."

Anxiously his hands fumbled with the button on the side of her skirt. It opened, the zipper parted, and the skirt dropped to the floor. His eyes fixed on the dark trimmed patch of her blonde pussy.

"Ooo, Tim. I'm going crazy. Touch me." She parted her legs, stared at the wall and waited.

Tim was overwhelmed. His hands caressed her thighs, her hips, her belly, then dipped between her parted thighs to the heated wetness of her oozing pussy. One finger stroked through her puffy cunt gash. It came away coated in a filmy cream of pungent juice.

"Unnnn," she moaned, biting her bottom lip as Tim's finger brushed delicately over her swollen cunt. "GO inside. Finger me." She trembled, her hips moving around in a slow, sensuous circle. "Finger-fuck me."

Tim cupped her seeping cunt with his hand, the heat warming his palm. Fingers slipped inside, one, two, then three. He worked them around inside her pussy, gouging the cushiony walls that pulsed erratically to capture them.

"Ummmm." She was soaring. She humped his fingers, her tits jiggling painfully with each movement. "Harder, Tim." She squeezed her thighs together, holding him prisoner, then gasped.

Caught up in her frenzy, Tim obeyed like a willing slave. His hard, quick jabs elicited moaning wails from her. He twisted his fingers, gouged deep, then jabbed rapidly in and out until Gretchen almost collapsed.

He brought his freehand up and mauled her pink, glowing flesh, tits, hips, ass cheeks. He was out of his skull. This was no tease. It was the real thing! The heady scent of her cunt attacked his nostrils, flaring them. His mouth watered and his prick throbbed, anxious to take the place of his fingers.

Hot, tingling spasms rippled through her body and for a second she thought she was going to fall. She grabbed him, held his head against her belly and humped, using him for support. Her nails scratched through his hair and she couldn't stop the short, jerky twists of her hips. His fingers were wild, driving her insane.

Mustering what sanity she had left, she gasped, then released him, pulling away. "Your fingers are soaked," she panted. "Soaked with my pussy juice."

Tim, dazed with passion, looked at his fingers. It was true! Warm, milky cunt-cream covered his fingers and hand. He locked up, his eyes glassy. He couldn't speak.

She smiled wickedly, then paraded around the room flaunting her naked body. His eyes told her she wasn't over the hill. She modeled for him, striking lewd poses that made him crazy. "You like looking at me?"

He nodded, his voice lost somewhere in his throat.

"I'm not too old?" She hefted her tits, needing his approval. The vision of her younger sister seducing Ray burned in her head. She turned around, presenting him with a view of her ass. "You like my ass?" She bent over, tits dangling, and spread her legs.

Tim gawked. His eyes flowed up her long legs and fused to the meat of her pussy, red, wet, and exposed. His cock felt as if it were going to bust inside his pants.

"Let's go to bed," he blurted out in a hoarse voice.

Gretchen straightened up and walked slowly back to Tim. She dropped to her knees in front of him. Silently, as he watched, she worked her hand over the bulge in his pants.

"Mmmm, it feels nice and hard."

"Take it out," he groaned, squirming.

"I am, Tim," she purred, more confident now. She had his zipper open and her hand fished inside, gripping the hard hot shaft of his raging hard-on.

Tim grunted, squirming on the sofa. He jerked up as Gretchen hauled out his cock. His eyes fell to his groin. Her hand was wrapped around the thickness of his shaft, her blonde hair hiding her face from view.

"Ummm, it looks delicious." She worked the thin skin of his cock up and down the throbbing muscle of his blood-gorged shaft. "Does it feel good?" She squeezed.

"Aghhh," he moaned, his back stiffening, his legs jerking out straight.

"Would you like me to suck it?" She was captivated with his bloated dickhead. Squeezing the shaft, she enjoyed the way his pisser opened as if it were breathing.

"Yeahhhh! Suck it! Suck it!" She had him crazy. He couldn't sit still. He reached down and frantically tried to get her mouth on his prick.

"In time," she cooed, in complete control of the situation. "Let's get you out of your clothes first." She had his belt open and was pulling down his pants as she talked. "I like to see all the meat I'm going to eat."

Jerking, Tim helped, lifting his ass as the swooped off his pants and shorts. He tore at his jacket and shirt, hurling them to the floor as she finished taking off his pants.

"Now you're just like me," she hummed when he was finally stripped. "Lean back and relax."

Tim gasped in air as she began to caress and kiss his thighs.

She started easy, sending light caresses with the tips of her fingers over his thighs and up to the cement hardness of his gut. She kept her eyes focused on his prick, her tongue fucking out in anticipation of licking the beautiful piece of cock meat.

"Suck it," he pleaded. Her torture was becoming unbearable. He jerked, his long cock swaying back and forth through her blonde hair.

"I will," she teased, enjoying the game. She spread his legs wide and cupped his heavy cum-filled nuts. "I'll bet you've got a load in here."

Tim groaned in desperation.

She swished her long blonde hair over his groin and cock. Her mouth was directly over his red, glistening cockhead.

"Do it!" He could feel her hot breath on his prick. "Please! Do it!"

Gretchen's tongue flashed out, swiping over his cockhead. She did it again, a wet whip of pleasure.

"Pleeeease!"

Gretchen obliged at last. She enveloped the head of his cock with her mouth, closed her lips tight, and sucked. Cheeks drawn in, tongue flashing, she made the bellboy groan in agony. His grunts and low moans were music to her ears.

Tim jerked up, but was unable to bury his prick to the root. He growled, her teeth sinking into his cockshaft, stopping him in the first moment of his upward lunge. Gasping, he dropped back, twitching as her tongue continued to beat against the sensitive head of his prick.

Gretchen was enthralled. She gripped the base of his prick, held it tight in her fist and squeezed. Tim moaned in pleasure. She released her teeth. Warm saliva dripped from her mouth down his shaft to her fingers. Gently, she eased the head of his cock along the roof of her mouth. Her tongue slapped wildly across the sensitive underside of his throbbing prickshaft.

Tim squirmed. His hands curled into fists. "Jesus," he growled. His cock was caught in the heated wetness of her mouth. "Ohhh, God!" His balls felt as if they were on fire. His prick throbbed in rhythm to the slashing fury of her tongue.

Gretchen was totally absorbed in giving the young man the blow-job of his life. She released her grip on the base of his cock and swallowed his whole prick. Taking the length of his cock into her throat, she stopped when his cock hair tickled her lips.

Tim jerked and moaned, his prick buried. His hips twitched and his face screwed up in torturous pleasure. She was fantastic. He felt the pressure mounting in his balls and he knew he couldn't hold out. Her moan was low, filled with anguish. He didn't want it to end in her mouth – he wanted to fuck her.

Gretchen slowly dragged her teeth up the length of his prickshaft as his groaning voice pleased her. She slipped her mouth off his cock. Bright blue eyes glazed with lust, she stared into the young man's mask of agony.

"Did you like that?" Her words were puffs of air.

Tim moaned, dazed, his head reeling.

"I had to stop. You were going to flood my mouth with cum." She stood up. "I don't want you to come yet. Do you mind?"

He was her slave. His halls ached and the pressure they were creating pounded behind his eyes. He stared at her lush, naked body, wondering if it were all a dream. The memory of her hot sucking mouth told him it was real, fantastically real.

"You ever eat pussy?" she asked, her words penetrating the dense sexual fog of his mind.

"Yeah," he rasped, his voice sounding strange to his ears.

"I hope you're good at it." She took two steps back and plopped on the bed. "You ready to eat me?"

Tim stood on wobbly legs, his spit-soaked cock jutting out a mile. "Whenever you want."

"Good." She scrambled back on the bed and spread her legs wide. "Chew me up."

Tim climbed on the bed between her long, outstretched legs. His eyes found the inviting red gash of her pussy.

Gretchen was in a world of her own. She writhed on the bed, her hands frantically skimming down her tingling flesh. "Lick me, Tim. Then fuck the hell out of me." Her hands roamed to her dripping pussy, the long fingers parting the puffy folds, exposing the inner hole to Tim's ogling gaze.

"Oh, Tim. Tongue me!" She rotated her hips in a quick circle. "Tongue-fuck meet!"

Tim brought his mouth to her steamy cunt and fused his lips to the seeping pussy hole.

"Aghhhh," she cried out. The contact was exquisite!

With the heat of her pussy against his mouth, Tim became an animal. His hands gouged her rocking hips, clawing under and grabbing the meat of her ass. His mouth became a storm. He sucked the loose, velvety folds of her pussy into his mouth. He chewed the delicate meat as she thrashed on the bed.

"Inside! Inside!" she screamed. "Shove your tongue in me!"

Tim ignored her pleas. He chewed, his teeth on her cunt becoming more demanding. Her screams of pleasure told him he was in control. It swelled his mind with power. He was a beast feasting on the juiciest, tenderest meal of his life.

Gretchen's eyes floated into her skull as she tried to fix her gaze on the ceiling. It was impossible. She humped, felt his teeth, then whimpered like a baby as the pleasure of his mouth swept over her.

"Oh, Tim. I'm in heaven!"

She brought her hands to her tits and squeezed. She mangled them in her hands and added to her own pleasure as Tim's mouth fed the flames inside her scaling cunt.

The sweet aroma of her cunt and the pungent taste of her warm pussy juice absorbed Tim's mind completely. His tongue found her cunt hole, invaded the sticky juice and explored.

"Ohhh," she cried, humping her cunt against his mouth. "Ohhh, Christ!" She became a snake, writhing, twisting on the bed in the throes of exquisite passion. "I feel it! Your tongue! More! Yesssss!"

Tim labored between her thighs, drinking the juice of her cunt. His tongue slurped up the oozing cream, then slithered back inside for more. Her cunt muscles tugged, greedily trying to capture him.

"Un! Un! Un!" she moaned, biting her bottom lip. "Unnnnnn!" She slammed against his mouth as a spasm attacked the steamy depths of her cunt and spread like wildfire throughout her body.

Tim's tongue plunged deep, then curled out, then plunged in deep again. He found her clit and went insane. Holding it between his teeth, he shook his head from side to side as Gretchen's mounting screams filled the room.

"Oooh, Tim! Tim! I'm gonna…" Her words were cunt off as another spasm, more powerful than the first, ripped through her cunt. "Aghhh!"

Tim sensed her approaching orgasm in the frenzied movement of her body. Knowing she was going to cream blew his mind. Hard sucks on her cunt took her over the jagged edge into her climax.

"I'm cuming," she wailed as one orgasm after another rocketed through her pussy. "Ohhh, I'm creaming your fucking mouth!"

Tim knew it. Hot pussy-cream flowed like a river over his face, into his mouth, and down his chin. He was bathed in it. He held her cunt tight and didn't move, allowing her to take the ride on her own.

Gretchen soared. With tits flopping, ass humping, and hips rotating, she creamed his face. "Bite! Bite me!"

Tim bit – hard.

"Yessssss!" With her teeth clamped together the word came out a hiss. She arched her back, shuddered in joy, then dropped back to the bed.

Tim sucked hard on her cunt and felt it throb on his lips. He bit it, then sucked it, almost tearing it from her body.

"Fuck meeee!" she screamed. The intensity of her orgasm had left her high, trembling, with no place to go. "Fuck meeee!" She began to shake. She needed his cock. His mouth had not been enough.

Tim heard her through the lust that clouded his brain. He brought, his face out of her cunt, warm sticky juice covering him. The waiting had tempered his passion. He stared at her lush body contorting on the bed. He was ready.

"Fuck me, Tim," she gasped, her blue eyes pleading with the young man. "I need your cock."

"You want my cock, lady?" He was enjoying his new role. He had never had a woman like Gretchen, a beautiful woman who was begging for his prick. His chest swelled.

"Yesssssss!" She was being tortured and she knew it. "Yessssss!" She loved it too.

Tim took advantage of her needs. It was like a dream come true. "Where?"

"My pussy! My pussy!" She humped, exposing her cunthole to the leering delights of the bellboy. "Fuck me, Tim. God!"

Tim leaned over her lush writhing body, his arms straight, his eyes glassy, brimming with passion. His cock was at the entrance of her pussy, the tip brushing against the wet oozing gash as it throbbed.

"Tell me again, lady. I like hearing it."

"Fuck me," she pleaded, lifting her ass in a desperate effort to ensnare his cock. "Fuck me!"

Tim eased the head of his cock between her puffy cuntlips, stopping immediately. "You want more?" He was filled with power.

"Yessss," she cried. "All of it! Stick it all in me." She lunged up, failing in her frenzied attempt to capture his prick.

"Like this?" He slammed his hips forward, driving his cock in to the root. Quickly, he pulled back, leaving only the prickhead inside her twisting body.

"Yeahhhh," she screeched, her eyes bulging as her pussy filled with cock, then became empty again. "Please fuck me!" She clawed his arms with her nails, latched onto his shoulders and dragged herself up and into his body. She rubbed her tits against him, sucking and licking his neck.

Her passion was fast sucking him into its swirling orbit. He was beginning to lose control. He fought it, succeeding for a moment. He jammed hard, leaving his cock buried inside her pulsing pussy hole.

Gretchen gasped and fell back onto the bed, writhing in ecstasy. She worked her hips in short tight jerks, massaging her cunt into the hardness of his groin. She was in heaven. She was stuffed with cockmeat and didn't intend to release it until she extracted every ounce of pleasure from it.

Tim groaned. His will-power was slipping rapidly. The overpowering heat from her cunt, the pulsing cunt muscles, her twisting, her whimpering cries were finally taking their toll.

Gretchen humped, forcing the friction she needed to satisfy her raging passion. She leered into his face. She latched her legs around his back, digging her heels into him. This time he would not pull out.

"Fuck me! Fuck me. Now!" she demanded. Tim succumbed. He slammed into her cunt with long even strokes that fed the flames of his balls, hard slams, with torturous withdrawals.

"Yesssss," she crooned, satisfied for the moment. Each thrust made her wail and each withdrawal made her moan. She accepted it, knowing it wouldn't last forever.

His face turned red, the cords in his neck bulged, and he picked up speed. His prick swelled in her pussy and his balls rumbled. Each time his body fused with hers, she ground her cunt into his groin. The withdrawals were agony, leaving her trembling.

Tim's speed increased. He was finding it difficult to concentrate. Passion had engulfed him. Long strokes turned into quick hard hitting jabs. Grunts escaped his mouth with each lunge.

Gretchen fed on his speed, the power behind each jab. She bumped and twisted, drawing from his cock all the pleasure she could. "Harder! Faster!"

Tim could only obey.

Gretchen swooned. The end was in sight. She matched his lunges, settling into the fast and furious ride to the summit and all the joy that waited for her.

"I'm there!" she shrieked, reaching the peak. "I'm there!" She went insane. Her body became a gyrating machine as she took the welcomed plunge into her climax.

Tim felt the contracting eruption of her pussy. Automatically, he became the same wild machine.

"I'm cumingggg!" she screamed as her climax wrapped her in its stormy warmth. "I'm cuminggg!"

Gretchen slammed up with wild abandonment into Tim's body as she creamed his cock in a river of warm sticky pussy juice. Hot, overwhelming spasms ripped, through her exploding cunt. Over and over again, she climaxed, screaming, whimpering, and clawing Tim along the way.

Tim's balls burst and he followed her into orgasm. Hot thick white cum spurted from the tip of his cock, splattering the spongy depths of her already flooded cunt.

"Meeee toooo!" he roared, his voice blending with Gretchen's. "Me too!"

Gretchen's eyes rolled into her head, then drifted back, focusing on Tim's face as he creamed her pussy. "I feel it! Give it all to me!"

Tim's prick squirted thick wads, one after the other. Squishy noises greeted each driving thrust. Her soft, hungry cunt muscles pulled on his cock and, his balls tumbled again another stream of jizz flowed from his pisser.

Gretchen's legs shot out, freezing for a moment, then curling back and digging into his hips. She pounded his back with her heels as she met each thrust of his body, grinding her throbbing cunt into his groin.

They battled on the bed to the squealing protests of the mattress, hard stabs, upward lunges, fusing for a second, then parting. His arms gave out and he crashed on top of her. Her arms circled his back, crushing him into her tits. She clung to him, her hips rocking, bucking. He skimmed under her twisting body with his arms, holding her.

Gretchen began to drop, slide back, the intensity of her orgasm abating as her strength drained.

Panting, Tim's body slowed. He stopped, his prick buried, spent, growing limp. He felt a warm ooze trickle down his nuts and he moaned.

"I… loved… it," she gasped, still clinging to him. "God!" She used her pussy like an expert, draining the last few drops from his prick.

Tim rolled off. His sticky prick limp on his thigh as he caught his breath. "I've never been fucked like that," he confessed. "Never!"

It warmed her heart.

The phone rang and she rolled over and picked it up. "Hello?" She listened. "He just came in," she said. She smiled and hung up. "They're wondering where you are."

Tim was already out of bed. He pulled his clothes on quickly.

"I hope you don't get fired because of me." She watched, hiding her smile.

"Me too," he said nervously. He brushed his messed hair and hurried to the door. "See [missing text]."

"Bye." She waved as he closed the door. "Mmmm, I hope I have as much fun with Roger." She giggled and pulled herself out of bed.

A shower, some sleep, and I'll be ready for anything. She disappeared into the bathroom.