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twitched in my guts as I shot load after load onto his big palm.
    I’d abstained for over a week before I came home.  I wanted my reunion orgasm with Tom to be monumental.
    I watched him as he raised his hand, dripping with my spunk, to his lips and licked up a big dollop of me into his mouth.
    After my little condom speech, and the fact that I’d been promiscuous while away from him, I couldn’t help but find him licking my cum from his palm totally…romantic.
    I pulled his handsome mug down to me and kissed him hard and deep, tasting myself on his lips.
     
     
    *****
     
     
    I cajoled Tom into skinny dipping with me, and we slipped out the back door of the house and eased ourselves into Tom’s pool.  The water was heavenly.  Inside the house, even though we’d enjoyed the fuck out of each other, had been a sweltering horror, and I’d sweated out most of my bodily fluids making the effort.
    Our bodies found their way back together, and after some deep kissing and some rather ardent grinding together of your lower halves, Tom asked sheepishly if I had another condom.  I chuckled and nodded yes.  “But it’s in my trunks,” I said in explanation as I pulled away from him and climbed back out of the pool.  I’d brought my trunks with me, and they were puddled by one of the lounge chairs scattered around the pool.  I reached down and plucked the foil packet from them and stood back up, looking up at the upstairs windows of Tom’s house.
    I knew that he and Lila’s bedroom faced the front of the house and Cherry Lane.  But for the briefest of moments I could have sworn the pretty lace curtains that hung in the deceased Emily’s bedroom quivered.
    I stared hard for a moment, but after a few beats I shook it off as simple paranoia.
    I turned around and padded naked and wondrously hard again back to my beloved, naked Tom Sherwood.
    End of No Safe Words Here Part 1

No Safe Words Part 2
     
    Chapter Six
    Natalie
     
     
    So I’m a virgin.  So freaking what!
    I know it’s not popular, or chic anymore—hasn’t been, really, since the Spanish Inquisition—but damn it to hell, I’m not just going to give my V to just anyone.  And until recently I’d been planning on keeping it until well after college.  I wanted it to be with someone I loved, and who loved me…someone I’d be with forever.
    The word forever is like freaking crack to teenaged women…hell, women of any age go weak in the knees and lose major IQ points whenever they even think the damn word.
    It should be erased from the English language.  After all, it is a meaningless and fictional measure of time.
    But then my parents—Mighty Jim Wilkes and his affable and rather vacant wife, Sharon—started fighting like two ravening pit bulls, bandying around the word “divorce,” and arguing about whether Natalie’s not-so-dumb jock brother was even Jim’s.
    I knew without a doubt that big, dumb Jim was the only man Sharon Wilkes had ever been with.  Believe me, when we had “The Talk,” I ended up answering more of her questions than getting my own answered.
    Frequenting some free internet porn sites, and some rather educational safe sex web-pages, I’d garnered a nice bit of knowledge.
    And whether they got along or not, or even agreed about it, Jim and Marcus had the same build, the same dimpled chin, and disgusting habit of wiping their noses with the backs of their hands.
    Marcus looked more like their mother, who despite her rather anglicized name, was half Columbian.  So the fact that my brother was tan, pretty in a shiny, useless kind of way, and shorter than their father, wasn’t a surprise to me.
    What my father was really railing against was that his baby boy wasn’t hiding the fact that he was gay well enough to save their father face.  Actually, Marcus had shown up home from school on the back of another guy’s Harley.  And they’d actually kissed in front of the house.
    Way to kick the hornet’s nest, dumbass!
    So