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my pussy with sensation. It was incredible, raw, and powerful.
    My knees began to wobble, but I barely had time to catch my breath before he clutched me with both hands, spun me around, and then braced my hands against the tree in which he had been leaning moments earlier. He grasped my hips, spread my legs apart, and then plunged into me from behind. I had never had sex this way. I gasped as he entered me, my insides wet, slick, and ready for him.
    I adjusted my position slightly to enable me to take him deeper inside. His hands tightened on my hips as he pumped into me, harder, as if trying to delve ever deeper. I heard him grunting with exertion. I didn’t know quite how to move because the position was new to me, so I just relaxed and tried to clench my internal muscles around him every time he withdrew.
    He groaned. My hands clutched at the bark of the pine tree, rough against my palms, but I didn’t care. My breasts jiggled as he pounded into me. I heard his balls slapping against my skin, and then, with a deep growl, he suddenly pulled out. I felt hot semen squirt rhythmically onto my lower back, dripping down my ass.
    I remained frozen for several seconds until he pressed up against me, and then I felt him wiping at the hot semen. I was panting for breath. Finally, stiffly, I stood upright. From behind, he pulled my pants up. I turned around just as he was plucking my bra and T-shirt from the dirt. He shook them out and handed them to me. While I put my bra back on, he watched my every move, his eyes still riveted to my breasts as he tucked himself into his pants, zipped and buttoned them. Then, he yanked his T-shirt back on, tucking it into his pants, hiding the wet spot he’d use to wipe off the semen. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, letting it hang down untucked.
    I stared up at him for several moments, saw the pulse still throbbing in his neck. There was no denying the intense sexual desire and passion that we shared. It seemed as if nothing could curb that passion. One touch of his lips and I turned into butter. I didn’t say anything this time, just continued to stare up at him while he stared back. I wish I knew what he was thinking, but his expression gave me no clue. Finally, he gestured with his chin back toward camp.
    He turned to leave.
    “Matt—”
    “It’ll never work, Jesse.”
    With that, he left me standing there, my body still hot from his touch. As he walked away, I knew that I had to help him find a way to overcome, or at least deal with his tragic loss. I sighed, not knowing whether I would be the one to help heal his soul.

Chapter 3
    I decided that the last thing Matt needed was for me to start pushing, and honestly, I didn’t really have any right to. I would have to bide my time and try to be patient, but Lord, that was going to be difficult.
    I realized that a lot of us had baggage, and that some of that baggage was devastating. It was all relative anyway, wasn’t it? Not one of us ever entered into a relationship with a clean slate. I realized that. I also realized that perhaps, just perhaps, Matt might not ever reciprocate my feelings for him.
    I had to deal with that. I also knew that I had to leave things be, for a while anyway. Or at least as long as we were on the fire line. These sexual interludes with Matt were wonderful. I couldn’t deny it. But I had to resolve that unless I had some indication of what he was thinking in regard to “us” I didn’t want to be just a booty call. I knew he felt sexually attracted to me, and I doubted that he would have sex with somebody he didn’t like, but what did I know? My past experience with men was nothing staggering.
    At any rate, I realized that I was making myself crazy and I couldn’t afford to do that. I had never felt about a guy the way I did with Matt and it scared me. I wasn’t sure where to go with it, how to tamp those feelings down, put them in a little box and pack them away in the recesses of my mind. Dammit. As I