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out a bit, then we got ourselves off. Without penetration, it was just drunk groping.” She leaned forward and kissed my nose. “Don’t worry, Sam, your virtue’s safe with me.”
    If I had any more virtue, my balls would be cadmium blue. “Britt,” I murmured, my hand coming to rest on the curve of her bottom. “Short for Britney?”
    “Not hardly.” When I kept looking at her, she elaborated, “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh.”
    “Scout’s honor,” I said, squeezing her bottom for good measure.
    Britt buried her face against my neck. Whatever this story was, it had to be good. “Well,” she began, “my mom got pregnant in the school library.”
    “The school library?” I repeated, scandalized.
    “Yeah, yeah,” Britt said, her breath hot on my neck. “Anyway, once Mom knew she was expecting she went back to the aisle it, um, happened in, and picked out a name from the books on the shelves.”
    “Wait.” I rolled onto my side so I was looking Britt in the eye, and asked, “Is your full name Britannica?”
    “Yeah,” she admitted. “Mom got knocked up in the encyclopedia section.”
    “Well,” I said, with my best straight face, “at least it wasn’t in front of the Funk and Wagnall’s shelf.”
    We burst out laughing at that, and Britt pounded my shoulder. “Sam, you promised you wouldn’t laugh,” she shrieked. Once we calmed down I rolled onto my back and Britt laid her head on my chest. “You’re different here.”
    “Different how?” I asked. I folded one of my arms under my head so I could watch her, and smoothed those brown waves away from her face.
    “Your voice, for one. It’s…I don’t know, deeper? And your fake Southern accent’s gone.”
    “My accent is authentic Midwestern.” I huffed.
    “Uh huh.” Britt traced the column of my throat with her fingertip, then she kissed my Adam’s apple. “And you’re just Sam. Not photographer’s assistant Sam, or awesome partyer Sam, just Sam.”
    “I’ll thank you to replace ‘photographer’s assistant’ with ‘aspiring photographer,’” I snapped, rattled that Britt had so effortlessly seen through to the truth of me. “You like being with ‘just Sam’?”
    “I do.” She looked up, fixing me with her honey brown gaze. “You don’t let many people meet the real Sam, do you?”
    Oh, if she only knew. “Only those worth it.”
    Britt smiled, then she leapt out of bed. “Want to shower, Real Sam?”
    “Together?” I demanded, both outraged and intrigued.
    “Why not?” Britt countered. “It saves water, and after last night we might as well.”
    Girlfriend had a point. Girlfriend also had a sweet little bottom that was sashaying toward the bathroom without me. Suddenly I realized I had business of my own to take care of, and I ran in front of her.
    “Can I, um…” I began.
    Britt pointed toward the opposite corner. “Use the other bathroom.”
    “You have two bathrooms?” In a studio this size, two bathrooms were nigh on unheard of.
    “Weird, right?” Britt said. “It’s a shared bathroom with the adjacent studio, so be quick. We don’t want anyone getting a peek at that awesome package of yours.”
    Heh. Britt thought my package was awesome. I was in and out of the tiny half bath in record time, then I practically ran to the bathroom Britt was in. I heard the shower running, and pushed the door open just in time to see Britt step under the spray. I watched her for a moment, wetting her hair, reaching for the shampoo, and it was like the last thirteen years hadn’t happened. I was just a man, Britt was just a woman…
    My cock twitched, reminding what a bad idea all of this was.
    “Get down,” I hissed, turning my back to the shower. I wanted to step under that spray with Britt more than anything, but going in at half-mast would just spell disaster.
    “Sam?” Britt called. “Everything okay?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “Just looking around, poking through your