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  “He made me happy six times last night. And then again this morning.”

  “I’m so fucking jealous. Do you know how many times I’ve had to reach down there and do it myself because the guy just couldn’t get it right?”

  “I’ve been with guys who couldn’t make me happy if their life depended on it. I tried with one guy at least six times. He just didn’t have the talent for it.”

  “I assure you that Porter has the talent. His mouth… it’s magic.”

  “He doesn’t mind going down?”

  “He loves it.” I grin when I recall all the things Porter has said to me about my lady bits.

  “What’s that smile about?”

  “He says he loves everything about my… P.” I can’t say pussy to my friends. I can barely say it to Mr. Filthy-mouth.

  “You lucky bitch. You know all guys aren’t like that, right? They’re takers, not givers. They want to put their dicks in it until they’ve had their fill and that’s it.”

  “I don’t have to worry about that with Porter. He is all about making me happy.”

  “Gah, I wish I had a guy who was all about making me happy.”

  “Question. Why the hell are you here instead of there with him?” Ava says.

  I would never leave my girls hanging. “We made plans. Chicks before dicks, right?”

  “No, no, no. You’re only partly right. It’s chicks before dicks… unless he licks.”

  “Oh. I guess I failed to hear that last part.”

  “Oh, sweetie. You need to go back to him and let him make you happy some more.”

  “He knows I left town. He probably made plans.”

  “Well, text him and find out.”

  I guess it won’t hurt.

  Frankee: Hey magic mouth. How’s the moving going?

  Porter: I lucked out. Stout had already moved a bunch of stuff before I got here.

  Frankee: Because I made you late. Was he mad?

  Porter: Nah. Wouldn’t matter if he was. This morning was totally worth being late.

  Frankee: Making big plans for tonight?

  Porter: No. Probably have a few beers with Stout after we finish moving his furniture, and then I’ll go home.

  Frankee: I was thinking about coming back. But I won’t if you’re planning on hanging out with Stout.

  Porter: Come back.

  Frankee: Ok. What time?

  Porter: I should be free by 6:00.

  Frankee: Ok. I’ll be at your place waiting.

  Porter: Ok. See you soon.

  “He wants me to come back at six.”

  “Of course he wants you to come back.” A mischievous smile appears on Ava’s face. “And since you have a little time, we should go shopping at that adult store on Highway 82.”

  Ava and Dillyn go to that place all the time, but I’ve never been. I didn’t see the need since I wasn’t having sex. “I think Porter would be okay with that; he gave me his credit card so I could buy more sexy-time stuff.”

  “Did you hear that, Dillyn? She said more.”

  “I ordered something naughty to wear last night, and he loved it. He wants me to buy more outfits like it… and also anything else we might need.”

  Ava giggles. “You can definitely get whatever you need at that place plus some.”

  “He has it bad for you if he handed over his credit card.”

  I’m not sure that means he has it bad for me. I think it just means he likes to get freaky. “We’re just having sex, y’all. A little fun.”

  “Says the girl who’s giving it up for the first time to the man she has fancied herself in love with since she was sixteen.” Dillyn really is a romantic at heart.

  “None of that matters. We agreed on a little fun until I leave. That’s where it ends.”

  “We’ll see, Miss he gave me his credit card so I could buy whatever we need.”

  I haven’t even told them about the sweet things Porter does for me: bringing me coffee every morning, moving me into his office, taking me on the trip to Austin. And I’m not going to. I don’t want to hear them carry on about this relationship being more than what it really is.

  There’s no room for false hope in my life.

  Or in my heart.

  “You guys know I’m lost when it comes to this stuff.”

  “No worries. We’re going to help you get everything you need.” Ava grabs my hand and tugs me toward the back. “And I think we should start with lingerie.”

  “That’s probably the best place to start since that’s what he specifically asked for. He said he wanted me to have a different outfit every day for two weeks.”

  “Holy shit. You’re getting fourteen pieces of lingerie?”

  I can see that Dillyn is impressed. “I guess. That’s what he said.”

  “He plans to put it on your ass good.” Ava stops and looks at me. “Speaking of ass, does he like anal?”

  “I have no idea.” I hope not.

  “Then I guess we won’t be shopping for anal products today.”

  “Nope. Not today or any other day.” I may be new to sex, but I don’t think I’ll ever be interested in doing that.

  “Look at this. It’s super cute.” Dillyn holds up a cream lace romper. Quite a bit of coverage but totally see-through. “You need variety so it doesn’t all look alike and this would be something a little different. I could totally see you wearing this around his house.”

  Dillyn is right. I can’t buy all crotchless panties and open-cup bras. “I like that. Let’s hold on to it.”

  “You need something bright red. It’ll look good with your dark hair and light blue eyes.” Ava pulls out a lace and mesh teddy. “This is hot. And it’s crotchless, so you don’t have to take it off when you bow chicka wow wow.”

  “I like it. Add it to the maybe pile.”

  I have zero problems finding fourteen lingerie pieces. “Thanks for helping me find this stuff. All of it is so cute. I can’t wait to wear it for him.”

  “I’m actually having a lot of fun picking this stuff out even if none of it is for me.”

  “You don’t need to be buying something to wear while you’re getting busy with Chad Morris?”

  Ava frowns. “We aren’t getting busy. Yet.”

  “You need something for when you do.”

  “Maybe. But this shopping trip is about you.”

  Dillyn’s arms are full. “Let’s leave this stuff with the clerk up front while we finish looking around. We need to check out the battery-operated products next.”

  “I have the real thing. I don’t think I need one of those.”

  “Trust me. Every woman needs what I’m going to show you to go along with the real thing.”

  Bullets. Lubes. Cock rings. A half-dozen things I can’t identify. Ava and Dillyn have made sure I have everything—and more—that I need for sexy time with Porter.

  He’s probably going to think I’ve turned into some kind of nympho when he sees all of this.

  I arrive at Porter’s condo at five and let myself in. I still can’t believe he left me a key.

  I need to find out how much time I have until Porter comes home. I don’t want him walking in and spoiling any of the surprises I have for him.

  Frankee: I’m back. Should I still expect you around 6:00?

  Porter: Probably closer to 6:30. I made Stout come to the brewery and help me move your stuff into my office.

  Frankee: How did you explain that one?

  Porter: We’ll talk about it when I get home. See you soon.

  Oh wow. I hope my moving into Porter’s office isn’t going to be a problem. His rationale is legit but that doesn’t mean people won’t talk and try to make something out of it.

  I carry the sacks of goodies to the bedroom and spread each piece of lingerie on the bed so I can see them all at once. Last night’s attire was black so I think I should go with something different tonight. Something bright and fun.

  I start from scratch getting ready for to
night. Shower. Makeup. Hair. The works.

  I choose the hot pink peek-a-boo bra and garter panty set with matching G-string and lace top thigh-highs. The outfit is adorable with ruffled trim along the bra and garter but the shoes are the icing on the cake. Silver fuck-me pumps.

  Last night’s outfit was porno-worthy. Tonight’s is naughty too but with a fun, flirty edge.

  And I think the music should reflect that.

  Frankee: Can you text when you’re on your way up? I want to be prepared when you get here.

  Porter: Prepared for?

  Frankee: Your surprise.

  Porter: I love the fuck out of your surprises. Leaving the brewery now.

  That means he’ll be here in fifteen minutes.

  I’m dressed. I smell great. Hair and makeup are perfect.

  I’m ready.

  Porter: On my way up. Can’t wait to see what this is all about.

  Frankee: You’ll find me in the bedroom.

  Music Bluetoothing from my phone to Porter’s receiver—successful. ‘Red Light Special’ by TLC is the first song to play from the playlist when I hit play. Perfect.

  I’m stretched across the bed, lying on my side, in what seems like a sexy pose. I hope I don’t look stupid.

  I hear the door open and close, and my heart takes off in a gallop to race the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

  Porter is all smiles when he stops in the doorway and looks at me and the sexy-time accessories on the bed. “Damn, girl. What all did you get into today?”

  “I did a little shopping at the adult store in Tuscaloosa.”

  He picks up the blindfold lying next to me. “For you or me?”

  “Whatever you want.”

  “I love that answer.”

  He comes toward me, and I move to sit on the side. He stands between my legs and places his fingers beneath my chin, lifting my face. “Frankee… I just don’t even know how to tell you how much I love all of this. Or how much I’m enjoying every little thing you’re doing. You blow my mind.”

  “Good.” I reach for the fly of his jeans. “And now I’m going to blow something else.”

  Frankee and me.

  We fuck. We sleep. We wake. We fuck again. This time, from behind. I don’t hate anything about this routine that she and I are falling into.

  It’s twelve o’clock and we’re still in bed. I’m sweaty and my chest and stomach are sticky against her back. But I don’t move. I enjoy being like this with her—postcoital and unmoving with my softening cock still inside her. “I could get used to doing this with you.”

  She laces her fingers through mine. “You could, huh?”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  “I think I could get used to it too. Except I’m sure my parents would begin to wonder where I was sleeping every night.”

  “It’s bad when you have all the freedom you want while you’re away at college, and then you come back home to Mommy and Daddy.”

  “It wasn’t that bad until I started sneaking around with you. Now it sucks donkey dick.”

  I chuckle and my cock slides out of her. “That’s one I’ve not heard in a while.”

  She rolls toward me. “You know what else sucks donkey dick? I got all of those great lingerie pieces to wear for you and totally forgot I’ll be getting my period tomorrow.”

  Periods… and planning around them. Not something I’ve ever had to deal with on a regular basis.

  “Getting your period is better than not getting it.”

  “I know but we just started having all of this fun and it’s like wah-wah.”

  “It won’t last forever.”

  “It’ll last through Thursday. That feels like forever.”

  “You are aware that sex isn’t the only thing we can do for fun?”

  “I know, but it’s new to me, and I sure was enjoying it.”

  “How about I take you riding in the Porsche today?”

  Her eyes widen. “Ooh. That sounds like fun. Does it go fast?”

  “It’s a Porsche. What do you think?”

  “I think I’ve never ridden in a Porsche, so I only know what I’ve heard.”

  I smack her ass and squeeze it. “Let’s get up and shower. As much as I love being in bed together, I’d like to do other things with you today.”

  We move to the shower, and I turn on the water while she grabs the towels and washcloths.

  “Do you want to go out for lunch, or would you like me to cook for you?”

  “You cook?”

  “I’m not a chef, but I do pretty good.”

  Damn, I love a woman who can cook.

  We step into the shower and I can’t resist touching her skin as the water runs over it. “I haven’t been to the grocery store in a while. I’m not sure there’s anything in the kitchen.”

  “Maybe we pick up some groceries and I’ll cook dinner for you?”

  I’ve never had a woman who would cook for me. “I would love that.”

  “What are you craving?”

  I don’t even need time to think about it. “My favorite meal is when my mom cooks breakfast for dinner. Biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs and bacon. Do you know how to cook that?”

  “Breakfast for dinner happens to be my specialty. We had that at least twice a week when I was growing up.”

  “Do you know how to make homemade buttermilk biscuits?”

  “Are there any other kind?”

  Man, this is my kind of girl.

  She’s lathering the shampoo in her hair and her tits are bouncing up and down. They’re soft and real. Not stiff-feeling implants. And I love watching them jiggle naturally.

  “I haven’t had homemade biscuits and gravy like my mom’s in a long time. I will kiss the hell out of you if you cook that for me.”

  “I’m guessing you’ll kiss the hell out of me anyway.”

  “This is true.”

  “I don’t know if mine will be like your mom’s, but I think my biscuits are tasty.”

  “Thinking about my mom’s food is a reminder that I should get down there and see her.”

  “How far is Mobile from here?”

  “I can make it in under four hours if I don't stop.” It’s a shame I don’t make the trip more often.

  “When is her next chemo?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “You should go see her this coming weekend.”

  “Even though it means we’ll miss one of our weekends together? We don’t have that many before you leave.”

  “Of course, I’ll miss being with you, but you need to go see your mom. It’ll make her happy.”

  I love that Frankee is thinking of my mother’s happiness. I’ve never been with a woman who took an interest in my family.

  We swap places and I stand under the water to wash my hair and body. My eyes are closed as I shampoo but I feel Frankee’s hands gliding over my chest. “We’ll make up for our missed weekend during our trip to Austin. That’s only a couple weeks away.”

  “I can’t wait to have you all to myself for four days. Completely worry-free about being seen together. We can hold hands in public. Hug. Touch. Even kiss if we want.”

  “It’ll be nice. But we’ll need to be careful that we don’t get too used to it and slip up when we get back.”

  I’ve never had to sneak around with anyone. I’m not a fan of it. “I’m an adult. You’re an adult. Would it be so bad if people knew?”

  “We are adults, and seeing each other might be completely fine with everyone in our lives, but there’s a fifty-percent chance it won’t go over well with some. And I’d be very sad if my parents didn’t go along with it.”

  “You’re right. I’d rather spend the next two months enjoying each other without catching hell about it.”

  One month of her internship is already behind us. I don’t know where the time has gone.

  Only two more months until Frankee leaves. These next sixty days are going to fly. I already feel it. And there’s nothing I can do t
o slow it.

  All I can do is enjoy her while she’s mine.

  “Oh, Porter. It’s beautiful.” Frankee glides her hand down the sleek hood.

  It’s hard to believe the transformation this car has undergone in the short time I’ve owned her. “She hasn’t always been this stunning. Sophia was one ugly duckling the first time I saw her.”

  Frankee giggles. “I believe she and I share that in common, which makes me like her even more. Who is she named after?”

  “Sophia Loren.”

  “Phew… I was afraid you were going to say your ex-girlfriend.”

  “I’m smarter than that.”

  I open the passenger door for her and she glides into the smooth black leather seat. “Feels like I’m sliding into a time warp.”

  “You sort of are.”

  I get in and start the engine. That hum still gives me a thrill every time I hear it. “She barely ran when I got her.”

  “Sounds like someone abused Sophia.” Frankee slides her hand over the dashboard. “But you’ve done a great job restoring her.”

  “Thanks.”

  “What year did you say it was?”

  “1963.”

  Frankee takes her phone from her purse. “We need era music for our ride. Let’s see what the top songs from 1963 were.”

  Her thumbs tap lightning fast on her phone’s screen. “Oh, this is perfect. You’re going to love it.”

  She holds up her phone between us, and I immediately recognize ‘You’re the Devil in Disguise’ by Elvis Presley when she begins singing along. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t know every word. “You know sixties music too?”

  “I know all eras of music.” She leans over and holds a pretend microphone while singing the chorus.

  “You look like you’ve done that a time or two.”

  “We have no shame when it comes to singing and dancing in my house.”

  “I can see that.”

  We’re cruising down the interstate when song number two begins. “Here’s another one you should know.”