Best of all, she presses her lips in close to my ear and whispers things, sweet and nasty things, telling me how hot I look being fucked by this chick, telling me how good I taste and how she wants to ***** me senseless.

Hearing this from Shane, who has barely uttered a word other than ***** during *****, is quite a surprise. The shock of it is potent, and it sends me flying into ***** so intense and protracted that my last conscious thought is that Shane is staring at me, and my pleasure is mirrored in her eyes.

Stranger still, after Steff gets off and leaves, Shane remains in my bed, draping her arm over me, gently stroking my belly. She spoons somewhat close to me. Sweet, I whisper as I fall into sleep.

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Things have changed. Things that have nothing to do with Stefanie or the other few women we seduce. Between us they are charged, sweeter, more intense, more dangerous. And I sense irritability just below her surface. Though I haven’t done anything different, I feel that I’m somehow pushing her, hounding her, and that simply isn’t true.

I dont know what she wants, but I know that I crave her more than ever. And not just the *****. I decide one night that the pleasure of her sleeping hand resting on my stomach is sweeter than any ***** shes given me. And that is distressing as *****.

And, at the same time, she irritates me. She comes so close, kissing me with feeling, it seems, with her very soul, then pulls away, terrified though I would never hurt her. Night after night I roll my eyes like a child and scowl at the ceiling as I hear the truck door slam.

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I’ve remembered Shane’s birthday. It falls on a Sunday in July and on that day the whole gang meets for brunch at The Planet. Shane has no idea that we’ve planned anything. Everyone has hidden their presents in the back. Kit has a card back there and everyone takes turns sneaking back to sign it.

Kit has a two classical guitarists in the house that morning and I slip them a ten to play Happy Birthday. I walk back to my seat, fighting to keep a poker face. Luckily Shane is sitting facing the wall. She seems to have absolutely no clue what we’re up to.