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of her pussy and explore her with my
tongue. Dipping into her, tasting her tangy, salty-sweet arousal, stroking and
circling her clit, over and over again. I’d get lost in her beautiful heaven,
taking her all the way to climax, listening to her when she makes it, feeling
her pulsating spasms beneath my mouth, and the shaking of her thighs against
me.
    I would have to feel her
wrapped around me, feel her warm depth.
    After removing my jeans, I’d
position myself between her legs and press my latex-covered dick into her
tight, wet warmth, until I fill her. I would not allow myself to rush, I’d take
my time thrusting slow and deep, savoring every single second, savoring every
single sensation. Our names whispered on moans of pleasure, her soft body
pressed to mine, the closeness of our skin creating a sizzling heat. Gradually
quickening the sweet invasion, but never giving into the temptation to take her
hard. Not for the first time.
    First
time?
    Yes, I have to have her. And why does it seem like
once wouldn’t be enough?
    ****
    Two weeks on from Callie’s piercings and tattoo, and
today she’s returned to BlackArt with Su. As we don’t need the privacy on this
occasion, we’re out on the shop floor. The atmosphere is different to that of
the back room, which is a calmer, quieter place. Out here the buzzing sound of
the machines is pretty much constant, and conversation carries along with it.
Adam is close by, finishing a design on a guy’s shoulder blade, and Noah, our
other artist, is discussing an idea at the front desk with a couple.
    Su’s work will be quickest,
so I’m starting with her. She’s having a small red and black heart at the back
of her neck, just below the hairline, and a tribal tat at the base of her
spine. With Su seated on the table, and Callie’s sitting on a chair in front of
her, I stand and start the outline of the heart.
    “You’ve both recently
finished high school , right?”
    “Yes,” they answer in
unison. They grin at each other following their unintended simultaneous reply.
    “Thank God,” Callie adds.
    “Didn’t you like it?”
    Her gaze rises and locks
with mine. “I just love that I can focus on what I actually want to do now.”
    “And that is?”
    “Photography,” she smiles,
“I love sculpting, too, but I’ll major in photography.”
    “How
‘bout you, Su?”
    “Journalism. I’m not in the slightest bit artistic.”
    Callie’s perfectly shaped
left eyebrow arches. “Your words are your art, Su,” she says, matter-of-factly.
    “You are so right,” Su says,
as though this is a revelation.
    I can only laugh at them. I
don’t think I’ve seen a friendship like theirs before, and they have no
interest in saying what they think they should say. They’re not out to
impress, something I also noticed the last time they came here, and that in
itself is impressive, as far as I’m concerned.
    Words continue to pass
between the three of us, and occasionally Adam and his client. Sometimes just
Callie and Su talk. From their short chats, I get to find out something I’ve
been burning to know.
    Callie is in a relationship.
    I’m not surprised, I
expected she would be. At this point, I would usually have no further interest,
or have any desire to see her again. I still want to get to know Callie, but I
won’t pursue her in the way I would have, if she’d been unattached. I never go after another guy’s girl, no matter how hot – or, in Callie’s case,
beautiful – she is.
    I’m fully aware of what it’s
like to be on the receiving end of shit like that. 
    After I finish with Su, she
switches places with Callie. Adam’s finished with his client, so he sits on a
chair beside Su, and they start talking. Noah’s gone for lunch, leaving it as
the four of us.
    Callie’s lying back on the
table with her lemon-yellow T-shirt pulled up to her bra and the waistband of
her short denim skirt rolled down enough to expose her lower tummy. Her
mid-section provides the