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Enchanter

... dangerous to us. She didn’t know why they would attack me specifically. She thought that they were likely a random patrol on their way somewhere else. I remembered to get the wine out of the refrigerator and she was happy with it. She is a superb cook and the meal was delicious. I didn’t get to spend nearly as much time with her as I wanted to and it was good to sip wine and cuddle her on the sofa. She loved to be cuddled and since she’s a six-foot, flame haired goddess, I was happy to oblige. Fallon came over at nine and we sat on the sofa and watched one of those awful chick flicks where they are tragically doomed. I had a weeping girl under each arm and they cried into my chest. “Why do you watch this stuff if it’s going to make you cry?” I asked them. “You had to have known this was going south after the first five minutes. There was no way for it to end well.” “You’re an idiot,” Di said. “That’s the whole point. He doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body, Fallon. You should break up with him now.” “Yes he is, but he’s my idiot,” she laughed. “He’s romantic; he just doesn’t like romantic movies. He watches them with me though. He’s taken me to dozens of them and he never complains when I get his shirt wet crying. He’s a very good sport about it so I go with him to movies where the hero kills 200 people and rescues his girl or his daughter.” Di laughed and stretched. “I’m going home, kids.” She kissed us both and got her purse. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” she said. ...

... “You mean there are things you won’t do?” Fallon asked. That broke her up and she was still laughing when she closed the door. We cuddled for a few minutes and Fallon peeked up at me. “Oliver, are you healed enough to make love?” That took my breath away and I couldn’t speak for a minute. When I could I squeezed her. “I’m healed enough for you to make love to me, but I doubt I’m healed enough to be very athletic.” “I’m athletic,” she said. “Can I spend the night?” “Won’t your parents be worried?” “No, I told them I might not be home.” “What did they say?” “They were worried, but I told them I might stay with you. They know I’m in love with you, Oliver. They’re very happy for me that you love me too.” “Help me get to the shower,” I told her. She did, and I was just getting lathered up when she joined me. She was even more than I had dreamed. She’s really a tiny thing. She was small breasted and slim hipped and all girl. Her breasts were firm, almost hard little cones sitting so high and proud that they looked bigger than they were. She had little pink nipples that begged to be tasted. There’s a tile bench in my bathroom and I sat on it and pulled her close. She shuddered and cried out when I pulled one of those little cones into my mouth, running my tongue over the rubbery tip. She nearly collapsed against me as she shuddered again and again. She was amazing. If she reacted like that from me playing with her breasts, what was the rest of the night going to be like? She had a ...