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longer feared a session with the shadowy Mercedes and her own new friend. In the two days and nights that followed, she even daydreamed about what would take place. She no longer dreaded losing Darren to his ex-lover, but determined her willingness to take sexual risks displayed her trust in her man and the other way around. This was going to be a hot weekend fling and nothing more.
    Saturday morning was set to be the big day and evening. Tamara was to arrive at Blair’s apartment, and they would let Darren know they were ready. Darren had confirmed a meeting with Mercedes, who was likewise set for what they hoped to be a sexual marathon. They would continue into Sunday and things would draw to a close before classes resumed. If it worked, they would consider doing it again. If not, it was a unique experience everyone would masturbate to for a long time to come.
    On Friday, Blair and Darren refrained from sex in order to save themselves for the weekend decathlon.
    Darren had remarked he was eating a lot of oysters and explained this supposedly built up sperm, to which Blair laughed uncontrollably.
    “If I wasn’t saving myself, you’d get a spanking for that,” he warned. “I owe you one.”
    He then displayed a number of spanking implements that would possibly be put into play if everyone wanted to comply. There was one of Darren’s belts that Blair was already very familiar with. There was a female hair brush that she had felt once or twice before. There was a wooden incense burner that Blair had taken with her pants up and was so painful she insisted it not be used again. There was a plastic ruler, a yardstick, and a few other things Darren had kept hidden until just such a purpose arose. She never saw the collection of paddles, ranging from a small Ping Pong device to a large wooden monster she dreaded to feel before this time.
    “Are you sure if you see Mercedes, you aren’t going to leave me for her?” Blair whimpered as she looked at the display of disciplinary tools.
    “That’s two spankings I owe you,” Darren answered while gazing down at his collection. “I told you before that our thing was over. Fate saw to that.”
    “Fate?”
    Blair questioned the term.
    “Don’t worry about it,” came the reply. “I love you and only you. One day we’re going to find a way to be together for good. It may take a long time, but when you figure a way to tell your parents, you let me know. The age thing really shouldn’t be a problem, but some will think it is. I know that. I also think if everyone knew some of our other secrets, they would find our relationship even harder to believe.”
    “Why’s that?” Blair asked. She was suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Her heart was throbbing rather than her usually pained ass. “Is it because of the spanking games?”
    Darren shook his head and only whispered one word. “No!”
    “Then what is it?”
    Darren grinned, touched her cheek softly and told her to go home to bed. There were things to be done during the weekend.
    The reaction bothered her, and her night was disturbed. She had no dreams of sex or spanking. Not even Mercedes showed up to steal her desired lover away. Instead, there were storm clouds and gunshots which jolted her awake. When she realized these were only nightmares, she tried to sleep again and could not. When morning came, she looked hardly up to the escapades at hand.
    Slipping into a pair of jogging pants and a tee shirt, with no underwear beneath, she got up and put on coffee. She was about to scarf down a pop tart for energy, when the doorbell rang. It was Tamara.
    Though Blair had no true lesbian tendencies, Tamara looked prime to experiment with. Her long blond hair was in a ponytail and her face vibrated with a perverse glow that must surely have duplicated the expressions she wore when finishing her own session with Darren.
    “Hot,” was all Blair could muster as she examined her guest from the doorway.
    She wore shorts that