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see.  They might see you getting those fancy business brains fucked out.  They might see that you belong to me.” 
    “I do,” she said quietly. 
    “What?”
    “I belong to you!”
    I smiled.  I loomed over her and teased my cock over her ass, then changed course, skimming over the wet, swollen folds that were designed to fit me. 
    “I know, Steph.”  I pushed my way inside her.  “I know.” 
    She went rigid at the sudden intrusion and then let out a low moan, sinking down to her elbows.  I held her hips up and went to work.  I made her say filthy things over and over.  I made her come so hard she shrieked like a wild thing and then swayed on her knees as I pulled out, waited a few agonizing heartbeats and then plunged into her again.  Then I turned her over and sucked on her tits like they were sugar candy before I finally aimed my dick and came all over her chest.  It was all every bit as hot as it was during my couch-brooding fantasies while I waited for her to get home. 
    I sat back and admired the way my load made her breasts gleam.  I rubbed it into her skin while she trembled on the floor, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. 
    “I love you,” I said. 
    Steph opened an eye and grinned. “I love you too, you freak.” 
    I lightly smacked her ass. “In response to your insolence I’m tying you up next time.” 
    She sat up.  “That sounds fun.”  She looked around for her clothes but they were all in far flung locations.  “You really think my work clothes are slutty?”
    “Princess, you could wear a lawn and leaf bag and I’d think it was slutty.”
    Steph gave up and grabbed a throw blanket from the couch.  “I’m turning on the light now.”
    “Okay.”
    “The blinds are still open, Chase.” 
    “So they are.”
    “You just going to sit there with your dick hanging out?” 
    “Sure.  Dicks need to breathe too.” 
    Stephanie cracked up and flopped on the couch.  She took an interest in the bottle I’d been drinking, picking it up and sniffing.  “Root beer?”
    “Yup.”
    Contrary to my offhand bravado, I didn’t really want to parade around naked in front of my crazy college neighbors so I twisted the plastic rod hanging from the patio door until the vertical blinds closed. 
    Stephanie was watching me.  “You sorry to be leaving this place behind?”
    I swiped my boxers off the floor and pulled them back on before joining her on the couch.  “It’s been a nice stretch.  We’ve been here what, three and a half years?”
    She nodded and looked around just as a pack of roaming ASU students started making a racket out in the courtyard. 
    “I’ll tell you,” she said. “I won’t miss all the noise.  Won’t miss all these kids.”
    “We used to be these kids.” 
    “And now we’re us.”   
    “Hmm.”  I thought about that.  “I guess our old bones will sleep easier at the new place.”
    “You’re old.  I’m not old.”
    “You’re nearly a quarter of a century old, sweetheart.” 
    “Yes.  But you’re a mere four years away from the big three oh.” 
    “Ouch.” 
    She played with her hair.  “It’ll be quieter.”  
    “You sure about that?  Some of those brooding suits we saw when we left the rent deposit looked a little sketchy.” 
    Steph laughed.  “They did, didn’t they?  I haven’t even thought about packing yet.” 
    “Why would you?  We’ve still got close to two weeks.” 
    She snuggled against me and I slung my arm over her delicate shoulders, kissing the top of her head.  We were moving to a trendy up and coming artsy neighborhood in downtown Phoenix.  After graduating from ASU, Steph had put her law school plans on the back burner and had taken a job as a financial analyst.  She’d been commuting from the east valley for the past year.  Now that I had just graduated and had been offered a position teaching history at a high school in the Phoenix district, it seemed like a good time to