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never have happened. I’m glad I saw you with that woman; it saved us from a big mistake.”
    “In that case, you can’t be mad at me for what happened. Does that mean you forgive me?”
    “No, I don’t forgive you, but I also don’t care. Now, was there something you wanted? I have work to do.”
    She looked and sounded angry, but she also couldn’t maintain eye contact with me. She’d always been like that. She would look at me for a few seconds and then look down, as if just looking into my eyes made her feel guilty. I didn’t mind her looking away; it gave me a chance to stare at her body. 
    Jenny wore tight fitting yoga pants, and I could make out the exact shape of her legs and ass. She was still slim, but there was more of a curve to her hips than there used to be. The sweater hid her generous breasts, but I still had a mental image of them from when she had stood in my house dripping wet with her blouse clinging to her.
    I stared intently between her legs, as if I might actually be able to see signs of her wetness. She used to get wet just looking at me. She’d confessed as much one night when we’d been talking about going on a date. She’d had a few drinks, and finally admitted how she felt. She had been a virgin at the time, but was surprisingly open about her sexuality. She admitted that whenever she was alone after we’d been kissing she used to touch herself and would come within minutes. Four years later I still hadn’t tasted the sweet goodness between her legs, and now I knew I needed it more than ever.
    “I just came by to talk,” I said. “We haven’t exactly kept in touch much these past four years.”
    “I’ve been at college,” Jenny replied. “It’s not that exciting.”
    “You were at Harvard,” I exclaimed. “That’s not just any college. It must have been fairly special.”
    “I suppose.”
    “You didn’t feel inspired by all the big name professors?”
    Jenny’s face immediately turned sour. I’d hit a sore spot, but I had no clue what it was. Did she get a few bad grades from her professors? Sheridan told me she’d graduated with honors, so it’s not like she was a bad student.
    “The professors were fine,” she replied. That was clearly a lie, but I decided to leave it alone. Her grades didn’t exactly seem important right now. “Anyway, whose fault is it we’ve not been in contact? You’ve been too busy making obscene amounts of money and having orgies to bother keeping in touch.”
    “It’s not like you would have replied to any messages,” I said. “Besides, I could say the same about you.”
    “No, you couldn’t. I have six figures worth of student debt, an average income, and I certainly haven’t had an orgy.”
    “No, but instead of earning money you've been busy studying, and while you haven’t had orgies, I know you had a boyfriend.”
    “So? I worked hard, and I had a couple of boyfriends. It’s hardly the same thing.”
    “A couple?” I asked. I’d told myself it was only one boyfriend, and I tried to imagine that she had picked someone devoutly religious who didn’t want to have sex before marriage. I knew it was stupid, but that’s what kept me going. If she’d had a couple of boyfriends, I could kiss goodbye to any chance of her still being innocent. Not that I needed her to be, but it just tore me up inside that I wasn’t her first.
    “Please don’t tell me you’re jealous?” she asked. “Need I remind you that it was you who decided he would rather hook up with another girl.”
    “I’m a bit jealous,” I admitted. “I never got to taste that sweet goodness between your legs. Tell me, did any of those other boys make you feel like I did when I kissed you?”
    “It’s none of your business,” Jenny snapped back.
    “Well, I clearly still know how to push your buttons.” I moved closer to Jenny to narrow the gap between us until her breasts were practically rubbing against my chest. “You still want me, don’t