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he places me on the coverlet. Laying me down, he stretches out next to me and kisses me deeply while his fingers keep playing with my clit and inside my pussy. My hips begin undulating as I try to relieve the pressure growing inside me. My hand captures his throbbing shaft again and I squeeze it, causing him to growl low in his throat.
    He shifts so that he is towering over me. He positions his legs in between mine, nudging my thighs open more widely. He thrusts his hips so I feel his shaft pressing against my opening, then he pushes himself into me. Soon, he is fully inside me, and, oh, my God! It feels…it feels so hot, so good! I groan low in my throat and raise my knees so I can move more easily against him. Marcus places one of my legs behind his arse and I wrap my other leg around him, using his body to help me move against him. His eyes are open and gazing into mine as we make love with each other.
    I never imagined that lovemaking would be this hot - this good. I look right back at Marcus, into his deep green eyes. I see his face fill with strain as he tries not to cum too soon. He slows down so that he can give me even more pleasure.
    “Marcus, I want to come! Now!” I gasp as I feel the heat beginning to coil and wrap around my insides. It spreads tingling warmth throughout every inch of my body and I begin to twitch in time with the vibrations inside my pussy.
    In answer, Marcus speeds up, slapping his hips against mine. My body freezes as I come convulsively, bathing him in my juices once again.
    I end up staying that night, too exhausted to get up so he can take me home.
    “No, don’t worry. Stay with me,” he says sleepily.
    Before he takes me home the next morning, we lie in his bed talking.
    “Johanna, you gave me a very special and precious gift last night. I’ve encountered many women who…well, didn’t treasure that very special gift,” he says.
    I’m surprised - as he tells me this, I actually feel tears in his eyes! “It wasn’t a hard decision to make - it was harder to stick to it, at times,” I tell him.
    “Well, I’m glad you shared it with me.”
    “Me too.”

    At practice, we start to talk about the previous night’s concert. We’re all happy with the results - our first audience eagerly welcomed Laslow as he played his first show with The Lonely Lovers. His addition to our band was seamless, with virtually no rough spots or choke ups.
    By the by, I hear through the musician’s grapevine that Gemma has tried to audition with several of the more-serious bands and groups in England, and nobody will have her. Looks like she’ll either have to join one of those garage bands or find a job mopping floors somewhere! I bet she’ll be regretting her selfish antics, if she isn’t already. When I tell Tim, he’s heard the same thing.
    “Yeah, I heard that a few days ago. She’s getting pretty desperate, so we’d better expect her to ring us up and beg us to take her back,” he says.
    “And? Please tell me she won’t be welcomed back! Please!”
    “Most definitely not! I can already tell that as professional as we were before we kicked her out of the group, we’re going to move light-years beyond that with Laslow in the band. I’ve already decided that, if she does ring me up, I’m telling her hell no.”
    “Not that I think she’d even try to ring me, but if she does, I’m telling her the same thing,” I tell Tim.
    Linny and Laslow walk in just as I finish my comment.
    “Gemma? It’s not going well for her, from what I hear,” Linny says. “What have you lot decided to do if she asks for another chance?”
    I speak first. “I’ll tell her, ‘No, no, no and no. Oh, did I mention, no, you’re not coming back?’”
    “I found out that she’s auditioning for that industrial metal group that formed in East London. They’re taking their sweet-arse time getting back to her with an answer. I think she’ll be ringing people up in the shops before too long,” says