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... threatening to knock me over. “You okay?” Kayla asked, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a head-rush.” I took a deep breath and the cottony feeling left my head and I was able to look up. “So what got you all hot-and-bothered this morning?” “Huh?” “Well, kissing is one thing but you were…” I might a small jerking-off motion with my hand. “She was jerking off?” Tara asked in an innocent voice. Kayla snorted with laughter and blushed. “No. I woke up and felt Jack poking me in the butt so wanted to…Okay, if I say I wanted to give him a hand, I’m not trying to make a joke.” “Okay.” “So…yeah, that’s about it.” “Horny in the morning?” Tara asked with a grin. “No…well, yes I am, but I felt bad that Jack didn’t get to cum last night.” She gave me an apologetic smile. “And after everything that happened and us getting all upset and stuff…you deserved it.” I gave her a smile. What a perverted angel. “Thanks, baby,” I said, giving her a kiss, “Don’t worry about it.” “I do! It’s not fair that I got to cum and you didn’t. I mean, Tara and I could—” She cut off as soon as she saw my expression. I could feel it darkening, like someone was sucking the life out of my face to leave it a joyless, tight-skinned husk. “We’re not going to talk about it anymore,” I said coldly. “Whoa, Jack,” Tara said, holding out a hand, “I think she was just kidding.” “Were you?” I asked Kayla. She frowned and replied, “Yeah, but even if I wasn’t I don’t know why you’re getting upset.” ...

... “What did I say last night?” “That you didn’t want to. I remember.” “So why are you bringing it up again?” “Jack,” Kayla said solidly, putting her hands on my shoulders, “I love you more than anything but you’re going to drive me nuts. How about we drop it?” “…Sure.” “Shit, what time is it?” Tara gasped, sliding across the bed to look at the clock. The sheet fell from her body and she lay bare across the sheets. She was laying flat on the bed so we couldn’t see the front but her smooth, lightly tanned back was visible for all to see. And as much as I’d like to say I didn’t look…I did notice that she had a very smooth, very tight, very gorgeous rear. Kayla’s was still better, of course. Always would be. “What time are the parents supposed to be back?” Tara asked, reaching for the robe she had pitched on the floor the night before. I looked at the clock. 9:13. “I don’t know,” I said, a seed of panic starting to sprout in my stomach, “I thought they’d be back by now.” Kayla grabbed her discarded pants and started riffling through the pockets. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as she did so and, again, it struck me just how nonchalant we were about being naked around each other. It wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, I loved it and nothing could make the world suddenly a brighter place than seeing my gorgeous girlfriend in her birthday suit. But…I don’t know, when you’re a teenage guy, a naked girl is like fucking Nirvana or something. Seeing one is like putting a trophy on a mental shelf. Now, I ...