‘I know what happened to you. Everything felt both good and terrifying and you didn’t know how to cope with it. You wanted to fight, but the fear ...nd the other sensations made you feel paralyzed. It wasn’t your fault. Or Peter’s. Do you remember… someone else?’ She started sobbing, but in fear, not from grief. Which doesn’t count. ‘No,’ she said, shaking in terror. ‘Elena…’ ‘No! She wasn’t there!’ ‘She?’ Terrified sobbing, and terror blazing through the room like the roar of a fire-breathing. When I had finished she refilled our glasses and sat beside me on the stool, her war, soft, fragrant flesh squashed against me. “Sexiest thing in the world,” she said. “A man with artistic hands.” She took my right hand in hers and kissed my fingers, then looked up at me slyly, begging me to kiss her. I still thought it was wrong, but I leaned down and kissed her. She responded not like Nora the librarian but like young Nora the sexual being. She was all over me. She was out of that dress in. ‘You’re thinking like a typical male! It was the whole package she missed and compared others to, all those years of friendship in lower school, your strength in refusing her, and yes, the sex that weekend, all rolled into one.’ I shook my head, but she was continuing. ‘So now we come to recent events. She’s had a number of relationships, no casual stuff any more. None have been totally right for her. Then perhaps she was reminiscing with a friend and she remembers you and what you did for her.. Feet were no longer on the frame. They were wrapped around his back. When his balls came to rest on my ass was when I finally relaxed.I didn’t get much time to catch my breath though. Michael starts moving in one out. Slowly at first, then he starts picking up some speed. He would stop every now and then to get me in a different position. I'm getting fucked every which way but loose. The way he's going, loose is going to describe my ass after this fuckfest. The last position we fucked in.