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up and
undressed. I opened the shower door. There was Jordan, shimmering
and naked. My wildest fantasy come true. I reached for the sponge
and gently rubbed it along her spine. She turned around and kissed
me. We got out of the shower. I dried her off, then I dried myself
off.
    “Jeff, my shoulders are tense. Could you
massage them?”
    “Sure.”
    We sat on the bed, me behind her. Gently, I
rubbed her shoulders. Her head cocked back from the relief of
tension. I worked my way down her back. Now, her back arched.
    “You’ve done so much for me. Let me do
something for you.”
    She lay me down on the bed and removed my
towel. Then, she removed her towel. Her body was still damp. Her
breasts glistened.
    “Just lie there and let me do the work.”
    She mounted me. My sprout entered her
foliage. I grabbed onto her hips. She wiggled around like a fish
out of water. I screamed out in ecstasy. She was moaning like
crazy. My hands slid to her rear and gripped tightly.
    “Oooh, Jeff. Thanks for being my number one
fan.” She tenderly kissed my lips.
    “I’ll always be your number one fan. But how
will my friends believe what happened here tonight?”
    She reached under the bed and grabbed a
camera.
    “This is how.”
    She set the timer to take one of her mounted
on me. She took one of us kissing. She took one of us, arms around
each other. She also autographed a poster for me. I gave her my
phone number.
    “Here’s my number. Give me a call next time
you’re in town.”
    “I promise. Maybe I’ll call you before
then.”
    We got dressed, and she walked me back. She
kissed me gently on the cheek and grabbed my can before leaving.
Here came Gwen.
    “So, Jeff, what happened?”
    “Nothing, we just talked. She showed me
pictures. That’s all. How ‘bout you?”
    “Oh, nothing. Those guys were jerks. I just
stood around waiting for you.”
    We headed back to the car.
    “I had a great time tonight, Jeff. But it’s
not over yet.”
    She rubbed her hand up my leg. After Jordan,
nothing could turn me on. Or could it?
    We got home. She invited herself inside. She
planted a hard, long kiss square on the lips. She started to undo
my fly.
    “Wait a minute. I don’t want to.”
    “I said I’d do anything to go to this
concert.”
    “Yeah. But not this.”
    “Why not?”, as she nibbled my ear.
    “Because we’re friends.”
    “So, can’t friends do this?”, as she
unbuckled my pants.
    “No. I mean, I don’t think so.” She stroked
my schlong. “I mean, oh why not?”
    “That’s better.” She dropped to her knees,
stroking harder and faster.
    She took off her pants and panties. She lay
me on the floor and slipped it in. She started bouncing up and
down.
    “Oh, Jeff.”
    “Oh, Jordan.”
    “Jordan?” She pulled out, slapped my face,
and left.
    Just then, I woke up. I turned on the radio
and what was playing? You guessed it. “I’m Your Girl”.
     
     

FRIEND AND
LOVER?
    They say most good relationships start out as
friendships. Well, what if that one special friendship turned into
more than that? Let’s see.
     
    I remembered the first time I met April. She
had been dating one of my best friends for a few months. We became
the best of friends. Even after they broke up, we kept in
touch.
    There were times when I wanted to go out with
her, but I thought of her more as a sister than a friend. I didn’t
want to ruin our friendship.
    She was very promiscuous. She was the type
who liked to flirt, but she never did with me.
    I would go to see her on occasion. We would
catch up on what was going on with our lives. She would tell me
about the guys she was seeing. Of course, I couldn’t return the
banter.
    One day, I went to talk to her.
    “Hey, Honey.” We were friends, but we called
each other affectionate nicknames.
    “Hey, Sweetie. How you doin’?”
    “Okay. I guess. I’ve been doing some
thinking.”
    “About what?”
    “I think I’m going to stop going out with a
different man every week. I want