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I do remember that Samantha reminded me that if I was ever in a jam, to call them, either one of them.
    To be honest, I don’t even know how I got into the apartment, because I was pretty wasted and way tired, but that changed in moments after I stripped and got into bed and Kerry crawled between my legs to blow me again.
    It was nice, very nice, but I really needed to just fuck, and besides, I wanted Kerry to get off too. I stopped her before I came and decided it was time to play. Since as far as I could remember, my regular setup was in her bag, I reached over into the night table for something else—something we could share. I wanted to feel it and I was ready enough for this; it slid into me easily before I flipped us over and plowed into my girl. It was a hot, easy glide, but after the rhythm set, all I could think was that I had nowhere near accomplished what Nina had and no way was I going to ask for help.
    I’d forgotten Kerry was there until her nails bit into my ass and I not only remembered she was under me, I remembered what she had said about Nina: “We used to fuck.” God. That look on her face as she said it. The words played over and over in my head. Dammit.
    I took Kerry’s hands and stretched her arms back over her head. “So tell me,” I curved the arc of my hips so my cock would rub along her clit as I pounded into her, “did she fuck you good?”
    Kerry’s head tossed as her body arched under me, her pussy smashing into mine. I worked her cunt over as her heels dug into my lower back.
    “Uh…yeah…” she growled, her fingertips clutching at my hands. “What, Tori?” Her breath was a hot gasp in my ear. She was such a hot fuck I almost forgot—but I didn’t.
    “Nina,” I breathed as my cunt tightened around the dick we both rode, “she fuck you good?”
    Kerry’s legs squeezed around my waist as she tried to pull me deeper. She gripped my hands desperately and bit my neck before she spoke again.
    “Not like you, Tori,” she gasped, “so shut up…” Her body surged under me and I felt the answering pressure build in my cunt. “Shut up and fuck me.”
    I let go of her hands to grasp her shoulders and dig deep into the fuck, into her, and her nails raked along my spine.
    “I’m gonna come,” I groaned, gasping also as I drilled into her, a pure power fuck driven by the spasms that gripped my cunt. “Coming inside you.”
    “Shit, baby,” Kerry huffed out, her body rocking furiously against me, “me too.”
    I don’t know. I mean, we came together, and she was as warm and sweet as she always was after, and I enjoyed, truly enjoyed, the feel of the woman I lived with, the woman I’d just fucked and made come and who’d made me come repeatedly, held closely, skin to skin, her head on my shoulder. But even though I murmured the right words and we exchanged the ritual tender caresses, I lay awake for a long time, eyes open in the dark, as I held her and she slept peacefully.

    *

    We had a practical exam as well as a written coming up soon, but I’d decided not to stress too much. I studied a lot, and besides, maybe the class was doing something to my brain; it was certainly doing something to Kerry. She’d started to go off on me about our lack of time together, especially since the party.
    Things were…strange, and maybe we did need more time, so I cut a few classes here and there, or simply left early. Maybe Kerry was right; between day classes, work, and the EMT training one or two nights a week, perhaps we did need some more “together.” I wanted us to work. I wanted Kerry to feel secure with me, in me.
    When Bob, the head instructor, asked Roy, Bennie, me, and a few others out of our class of one hundred some-odd to attend and participate in the disaster-preparedness drill, I knew I would go, for two reasons: One of our instructors, a paramedic called Roe, hinted that Bob chose the people for the drills specifically so they could get some “real time” and meet