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long
enough. We caught a quick rhythm, her fucking back on me like that
as fast as she could. I lifted her skirt to her waist, holding it
there, watching her ass slam into me and her thighs work. The
muscles were long and tight, and they flexed like she was running
as she rode me. She was working hard, her body starting to
accumulate a fine sheen of sweat. I could feel it on her ass and
the backs of her thighs as she fucked me.
    The best part was watching her face in the
mirror over the dresser. Her eyes were closed, her expression a
cross between pleasure and determination as she vaulted up and down
on my cock. I slid my hand up her back, grabbing a handful of that
long, dark hair, and pulling her head back slightly. She gasped and
growled as I used the leverage to thrust up harder into her,
feeling myself nearing my breaking point. Her head back, her throat
exposed like that, her mouth slightly open, she was the most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She whispered something
unintelligible, almost like chanting, and the breathy sound and
cadence of it coupled with the heat and squeeze of her on my cock
was more than enough. That was the image I came to—Betsy completely
abandoned and writhing against my crotch, murmuring over and over
something I couldn't even understand. I don't think I'd ever come
so hard, and with every wave, just as I thought it was over, her
pussy would squeeze me, pulling me deeper, and I would give her
more of me. It went on and on, as if I could give her all of
me.
    When she curled up beside me and feathered
kisses on my lips, I swore she tasted like Werther's candy. I found
myself asking her, impossibly, "Do you want to come to my family's
for Christmas?" and she smiled dreamily and said, "Maybe. We'll
see."
     
     

CHAPTER SEVEN: Day 25
    There was nothing but lame
ass Hallmark shit on TV. I was tempted to go play the X-Box but
most of our games weren't much fun without two players and Tyler
had left yesterday to spend the week with his family. I stopped
flipping channels to check my watch. Betsy was supposed to pick me
up. Dinner and presents at my mom's started at two. Oh great, a Very Fucking Brady Christmas. Perfect holiday fare. Ok, so Marsha was hot, but
she was blonde, and I wasn't into blondes anymore.
    My cell vibrated in my pocket, sending a
jolt straight to my balls. I grinned. It had to be Betsy. I flipped
it open without looking and said, "Hey sexy, you coming?"
    "Oh... uh... Jay?"
    "Yeah...?" I sat up, not
recognizing the voice. Oh shit, did I just
call my Aunt Sylvia sexy?
    "Hi, Jay. I was just calling to wish you a
Merry Christmas." I couldn't place the voice, but it wasn't Aunt
Sylvia. This girl was young.
    "Well, thanks..." My mind was racing. "You,
too."
    "You don't know who this
is, do you?" she asked. Fuck. Was I going to have to admit it? Wow, she sounded
really disappointed. I felt bad, but I didn't say anything. "It's
Evie. You know, from the bar." The blonde.
That night, oh my god, she left crying and I let her walk home in
the cold.
    "Yeah... listen... hey...
about that night... I wasn't... did you... make it home ok?" Christ, that was pathetic. I cringed.
    "Oh, it was fine. My girlfriend was still at
the bar, remember?”
    Betsy? I remembered them dancing together.
    “ Anyway, I just wanted to
call and say Merry Christmas."
    "Well, thanks." I muted the TV, watching Jan
talk to Cindy—who couldn't possibly be the same chick, but she was
pretty hot, so who cared? "So what are you up to today?"
    "Oh, nothing, really. My family isn't in
state, and I couldn't afford to fly home. I'm just hanging around
in the dorms." God, she sounded sad.
    "That sucks.”
    "Yeah, well... I'm used to it. So what about
you?"
    "Oh, my mom always has dinner for me and my
brother." I didn't want to tell her I was taking Betsy. Why add
insult to injury?
    "Jay?" Her voice was so small.
    "Yeah?"
    "That night..." she began.
I cringed. Oh, great...here it
comes. "It was really something. I like
you... I