..” There was a long pause. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Well...” she sounded hesitant, “well, to be honest, I’m getting a bit... un...asy... about just how much I needed it... just how desperate I felt last night... what I’m turning into...” “You’re falling in love with Steve?” I asked, worriedly. “NO!” she replied emphatically, “it’s not that at all! I’m not in love with him! In lust with him maybe but you’re the only man I’ve ever loved! The only reason I can enjoy being fucked is because I. Seen being the operative word considering she came over long enough to say hi and introduce her husband. A husband who glared at Evan as if he wanted to stomp a mud hole in him and walk it dry. Evan spent the rest of that night avoiding her and wondering what she had told her husband. Her. Her being Phoebe. Phoebe being the one he was waiting for. The one he spent four years of his high school on again, off again dating. The one he spent four years trying to hide their dating activities. The. His hands travel to my legs rubbing them. He squeezes the area next to my core. My body becomes more excited wanting more. He starts to play with me and I tremble in the pleasure. He slowly kisses me between the legs and moves back up squeezing me. His face is in front of mine and I tell him I want him inside of me. I take his penis and put it inside of me. He pushes it in deeper. I moan louder than I had before. The searing heat that ran through me felt like a fire. He pushes himself further. David was amused and liked watching the sinuous movements of that lithe body, so he was among those who moved closer. She spun from the rather pudgy accounts clerk who had been lapping up her attentions and found herself almost in the big boss's arms. It may have pulled a less confident girl up in her tracks, but Charlotte didn't miss a beat. She stepped back enough to give herself room for pirouetting and began the famous Kate dance sequence again: Too long I roam in the nightI'm coming back.