Caitlin looked at me with a look of concern.“You can’t stop now,” I whispered, leaning back on the table. “You have to show it to me properly ...ow.”She touched the vibrator against my knickers, the purple shaft vivid against the pale yellow, then pressed the head against the bulge of my pudendum. My labia puffed out on either side, and when she pulled it away there was a damp spot where my juices had soaked through. “I guess I’d better take these off,” I said, and carefully pulled them down,. It would have been easier with anyone else, she thought; not that she wanted to take anyone else to bed, but knowing that she likely had only this one encounter – one single night – to prove to them both that they had something worth fighting for was nerve-wracking. If they were somehow incompatible – or if he regretted it the next day, for whatever reason – she’d never see him again, she was sure.So it was with sweaty palms and a tremulous smile that she parted the flaps on the tent he’d given. "On second thoughts..." What was I doing? Cath unlocked the door and ushered me in. "You know where the loo is?" "Yeah." I went upstairs and relieved myself. I stood at the sink for a while, trying to gather my thoughts and work out a game plan. Maybe I was reading things wrong but I felt sure that more than coffee was on offer. As much as I wanted her I did not want a repeat of the awkwardness since our last tryst. I made my mind up. I was going to leave. Going downstairs I could see Cath. He wasn't asconcerned about putting things back exactly as they were this time,though he was still careful to put them back where they belonged.Back in his own clothes he returned to the den but he didn't bother withthe television. He just sat there in the quiet trying to decide what hewas going to tell Debbie when she returned. "If she returns," hecorrected himself.In the quiet he heard her come in the house several hours later. Shewent straight into the kitchen."Come get some pizza," she.