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into easy camaraderie, there were long, awkward silences and uncomfortable avoidance.
    He squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back, letting the water fall across his face. He really didn’t want to do this, but after what had happened with Claire he knew it was better to get it over with. An apple a day and all that. As if to confirm the thought, his cock stirred at the image of her delicate face that formed in his mind, but there was no way he was masturbating to Claire. His brain seemed to disagree, since this time the image of her hard nipples flashed through his mind. His cock twitched and lengthened painfully.
    Oh. Hell no.
    Evan thought back to the album and his favourite image of Marianne, cuffed and kneeling. His cock softened. He stared at his penis in growing horror. Taking it firmly in his hand, he began to stroke along the head as he pictured Marianne in his mind. He got softer. Panic washed through his body so hard his knees almost gave out. No, no, no, no!
    With a fierce shake of his head, he built the fantasy, so familiar and loved, of Marianne. Eventually, he hardened. He continued to work his shaft efficiently, finding the rhythm that had once been second nature. He held her image in his mind and stroked, and stroked, and stroked. It wasn’t happening. He wasn’t even close. It felt good, but it was more pleasant than pleasurable.
    He dropped his cock, and watched it bounce before settling as it softened. Damn her. Why’d she come into his store? His cock punched out into full hardness at the thought of Claire. Horror flooded Evan at his body’s betrayal. No fucking way!
    Again, Evan squeezed his eyes shut and studiously formed the image of Marianne in his mind. This time going more graphic and raw. He remembered taking her from behind, plunging into her rapidly and gripping her hips so hard he would leave behind hand prints. He took the fantasy further, imagining pulling out and pressing deeply into her ass. He’d always loved fucking her that way. She’d loved it too. Pressing back into him, bucking against him as he ground into her. His cock stayed hard.
    OK, I can do this.
    He stayed with that image. Her round ass squeezed around his cock as he plunged in and out. The ruby pucker of her anus stretched around his cockhead. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine as his balls tightened. It wouldn’t be long now. He felt the tightening in his lower back and he went home for the kill, building the image of the thing he’d loved best during anal sex, fisting her hair as he fucked her. The utter supplication of the position never failed to bring on a scorching orgasm. Evan imagined trailing his eyes up her body, the silky skin and finely boned ridge of her spine, to where her long hair draped over her shoulders, and fisting the honey-coloured locks –
    What? No! Not honey, black!
    The anguished thought flooded Evan’s brain as his eyes snapped wide. Too late. His cock spasmed and bucked as his orgasm seized him brutally. Jet after jet shot from his body as waves of pleasure washed over him. Shaking, Evan leant his head back under the water and let the rivulets wash across his face, all the while telling himself his eyes really just burned from the hot water.

Chapter Four – Finally a Friend
     
    ‘N ICE JOB .’ B RIDGET R OSS came over to congratulate Claire on leading the discussion on the club’s most recent selection. Jean had been quite serious about Claire leading that second discussion and, in the weeks that followed, she’d called on Claire to lead the discussion twice more.
    That first time had been excruciating for Claire; she was the perpetual shadow, not the holder of the spotlight. Claire was a member of many online groups in a variety of communities, but she was a lurker by nature, not a joiner. She liked to sit back and read or listen to discussions, but she rarely joined in unless something was so compelling that she just couldn’t be quiet. Jean, however, wouldn’t be