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I should go there. If he’s not here I won’t stay. I have places to go, starting with Leigh.  

Seconds With My First  

    I hang up with Leigh, smiling.  
    It’s odd to call her, but I’m already glad. Whether Richard’s right or wrong, about us and my needs, I’ll play like he wants while I figure it out.  
    It makes sense, starting with Leigh.  
    “Well, Christ on a cross in heaven!” she said, answering on the third ring.  
    “I think it’s one or the other, not both at the same time.” I said, relieved that her number hadn’t changed. I didn’t want to chase Leigh on Facebook, or give her time to think.  
    “You ever think about fucking me?” I said, before hello.  
    She laughed. “All the time, Liza. All the time. So, what are you up to, and should I be nervous?”  
    “No,” I said, still laughing through my smile. “I’m getting married.”
    “No?” Disbelief in her voice: “Liza Elway’s getting married ?”
    “I am.”  
    “So you’re calling to invite me?”  
    “You can come,” I laughed, “but that’s not why I’m calling.”  
    “When’s the wedding?” she asked, ignoring my question.
    “Soon. No date. He asked me yesterday. I have to take care of stuff first.”  
    “Like what?” I can tell by Leigh’s tone: She has the idea. “Things like me?”  
    “Exactly.”  
    “Like old times?”  
    “Like old times.”
    “You’re in town.” She sounds hopeful.  
    “Yes. I live here now.”
    “Great. Remember Nate’s old place?”  
    “Of course.”  
    “I’m living there now. How soon can you get here?”
    “An hour.”  
    “I’m already wet,” she said.  
    So was I.
    I was in my Audi a few minutes later.  
    Now I’m staring into Leigh’s eyes. She is more beautiful than I remember, more stunning than expected. She’s on her knees in bed. I’m inches away and staring.  
    I lean in, kiss her, then draw back to stare some more.  
    She’s hungry and wanting, loves that I’m making her wait, and filling our minutes with longing gazes. Leigh knows she’s gorgeous. It’s in her confident smile and blazing, light-brown eyes.  
    Leigh was always beautiful — pretty enough to make me wonder if I could like girls, then later proved that I could. Now she’s ravishing. She’s grown into her features, and wears them better than ever. In high school, she covered her freckles in makeup. Now she wears them proudly. Her mouth is perfectly large on her smallish face. I picture her putting it on my pussy like she used to on Thursdays before history.  
    I need her, and again feel angry at Richard for pushing me to want something other than him.  
    I take her hands as we stare. Leigh’s in a thin, white top, no panties or bra. Her tits push against thin cotton, making me want them in my mouth.  
    I’m in teal panties and a matching cami.  
    We both must be soaking.  
    I lean into kiss her again. She smiles under my lips. I pull away, no words are needed between us.  
    I take her top and pull it down over her tits. Her breasts are even more beautiful than I remember: fuller and larger. I have to touch, fondle, and feel them in my mouth. But like Richard, Leigh makes me wait.  
    She pulls away, grabs my top by the bottom, and gently tugs it up over my head. I’m in nothing but panties as we kiss. Too hungry to stay at her lips, I fall to her breasts.  
    I clamp my lips to Leigh’s nipple. She sighs, groans, and arches her back, pushing herself deeper into my mouth. She reaches behind her, plants her hands on the bed, and pushes up harder as I suckle.  
    I tease her right nipple with my teeth as I fondle her breast, pull away, lick several times, and fall back on my heels to stare up at Leigh.  
    She takes her turn: kisses my cheek, chin and shoulder, then falls to my breasts, circling her tongue at the nipple, and wedging my flesh into her mouth.  
    She moves to the other. Now I’m aching, ready to beg.  
    I strip Leigh’s shirt, and