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on his conversation.
    “Look, we have to be careful about all of this, be patient. I’d give it about two weeks to all come together,” he continues to say.
    “Mase , for fuck’s sake, just be patient or you’re gonna fuck it all up. She’s yours . I gotta go.” He hangs up on this Mase person and takes a deep breath, gripping the bridge of his nose before releasing the pent up breath and stepping back inside Rachel’s room
    My hackles rise immediately, sensing something terribly off about this guy. If he thinks he’s going to hurt my best friend, though, he has another guess coming. I’ll let her have her fun, but he is officially on my watch list.
    Feeling the pang returning in my groin, I h ead to my bedroom and strip out of the robe I’m wearing. Blonde Guy is still snoring so I straddle his naked body and begin to stroke his limp cock. Like clockwork, he begins to harden in my hands. He groans in his sleep and fidgets. I see he’s fighting to get up. His eyes slice open in shock as I take him into my mouth.
    “What are you doing?” he whispers easing further into my mouth as he holds my head in place.
    “ Ahh,” he groans as I sink his dick to the back of my throat.
    Reaching inside my underwear drawer and without shifting my position, I fish out a condom. I swirl my tongue around him, slurping along his length. I suck my cheeks in and apply the pressure as I glide down his shaft.
    “Fuck. You’ re so good at this,” he hisses, raising his hips to meet my ministrations. “I’m coming.”
    I widen my eyes. You are not coming without satisfying me! I rise from him, opening the condom.
    “ No, don’t stop,” he begs. “Shit.”
    Rolling the condom onto him, I tug him gently then slap his swollen scrotum.
    “Yes,” he hisses.
    Slapping him again, he lets out a tortured moan. This guy.
    I ease my tight center over his hardened length and watch his mouth drop open. Oh, I so own you Blonde Guy.
    “ Jesus,” he cries, thrusting inside me.
    I rotate my hips and grind down on him, touching that sensitive spot inside me. I begin grinding deeper and harder knowing this will get me to that desired plateau.
    “I’m coming!” Blonde Guy shouts, shuddering and holding me in place. You have got to be shitting me. Blonde Guy lifts me off him and frees himself from the condom. Tying it, he once again hands it to me.
    “ Thank you. You drive me wild. You’re such a pro,” he compliments, patting my head like I’m a child and he’s off to sleep. What the fuck?
    I throw the condom in the waste basket and search for my dildo. Jerry won’t disappoint. Yes, I name my dildo. Weird, I know.
    I lay on the chaise spreading my legs, hoisting one leg on the window ledge. Jerry whirs to life and I slip it into my mouth to lubricate it. As I suck on the dildo I start twisting my nipples, sending signals throughout my body. My nipples elongate with every tug and now I really want to get off.
    I close my eyes and all I see are Ben’s eyes as I slip Jerry inside me. Teasing my nipples, and working the vibrator inside me as it stimulates my clit sends shockwaves through my body. I’m not far off, I know it. As I picture Ben slamming inside me, I call his name quietly while I quake with a quick orgasm. Now I can sleep comfortably.

     
    I wake up before anyone does. It’s 8:15 when I get up and start the morning by making a pot of tea. Rachel and I always start our Sundays with tea and cheese and crackers. As I busy myself in the kitchen, Blonde Guy appears putting on his shirt.
    “Good morning, sunshine,” he says brightly. He really needs to leave. Now.
    “Good morning.”
    “You making breakfast?” He sits at the table, resting his chin in his palms.
    I stare at him and sigh. Tim e to let him down easy. “Look…we had a wild time last night, you were great,” I lie. “But the night is over and it’s morning. You gotta go.” Way to let him down easy.
    Blonde Guy looks at me with utter shock. He then