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“We were apart too long,” Blair whispered against my lips. “Let’s never do that again.”

Then she kissed me and I forgot all about whatever I was going to say next.

At some point we fell onto the bed, rolling around kissing and touching each other like we had all the time in the world, which I guess we did. Blair pushed up onto her knees to straddle me, grinding her pussy down on top of mine while she pinched my nipples between her fingers and gave them a hard tug that nearly made me come on the spot.

I reached around her, grabbing her hips and digging my fingers into the meaty part of her ass to shift her down against my core, dragging her back and forth to increase the friction.

Blair shifted farther down my body. She latched on to one nipple, sucking down hard before moving to the other. The pleasure was so intense I could hardly breathe. Once she had both of my nipples swollen and aching Blair rolled off me long enough to spread my legs wide, then she settled between them.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your name,” Blair promised. “And hopefully you’ll also forget about that me getting you arrested thing.”

Before I could respond she sucked a section of my labia into her mouth, tugging gently before doing the same thing on the other side. No one had done that before, but it felt good, more arousing than I would have expected. Blair licked her way into my channel, moving slowly from bottom to top before circling my clit and starting over again. It only took a few passes of her tongue before I was practically begging her to make me come.

She ignored me of course, continuing to tease me with her tongue until I thought I’d die.

“Blair! Please!”

She lifted her gaze to meet mine, her eyes sparkling with amusement, then she stopped torturing me and turned her attention to where I needed her the most. It was already incredibly sensitive and the rough swipes from her tongue made me cry out and tremble beneath her mouth.

Blair slid a finger into me, pumping in and out while her other fingers clamped down on my hip to keep me in place. When she bit down softly on the swollen bundle of nerves I started shaking with one of the strongest orgasms I’d experienced in my life. My ears were buzzing and I saw spots at the edge of my vision as I rode the waves of pleasure.

She continued to stroke me through the orgasm and the little tremors that followed. When I couldn’t take it anymore I shoved at her head.

“I can’t…,” I gasped.

“Oh you can,” she shot back. “I want one more from you.”

Before I could protest she moved upward, kissing me until we were both breathless, her fingers still pumping inside me. When we broke apart, she shifted to the side a bit, so she was half on top of me and half on the bed, then rotated her wrist so she could grind the heel of her hand against my clit with every pump of her fingers.

I was close again, faster than I would have imagined, but not quite there. It was like my body didn’t think it could come again.

Blair bent her fingers, finding my G-spot, and lowered her head, dragging her tongue along the shell of my ear.

“Give it to me, Jenny, I know you can.”

“Blair!” I didn’t recognize my own voice as I shrieked her name, shuddering almost violently against her.

This time when I relaxed against the bed she pulled her hand away, leaving my body still buzzing with pleasure.

“I’m going to need a few minutes,” I mumbled, my arm thrown over my eyes as I tried to catch my breath.

And there it was, the movie Pops talked about. When I closed my eyes I could see Blair, pink-haired at the Corn Palace, excited about a popcorn ball. Blair pumping gas and learning how to drive. Blair old and gray, still stealing my fries while our kids run around in the kitchen.

It was a good movie. I couldn’t wait to see it in real life.

Blair grabbed the blanket that I’d left bunched at the foot of the bed this morning and pulled it over my prone body before pulling it over herself and snuggling up against my side.

I pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “That was… adequate.”

Blair laughed. “That was a lot of screaming and moaning for adequate.”

“Well, I don’t want to be too effusive, it might go to your head,” I joked. “Hey, I know you’re all about independence now, but how would you feel about sleeping over tonight?”

“Will we have sex again?”

“Undoubtedly. I owe you an orgasm or two.”

“If you think I didn’t have fun with what we did already, you’re dead wrong,” Blair said. “I seem to remember you saying something about us not keeping score.”