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tapped her bottom.
    “Harder!”
    His next attempt left her with only a slight sting.
    “HARDER!”
    He drew back his arm and spanked her once. The slap reverberated off the shed walls.
    “Ahhh,” Wendy sighed. “Now get a condom.” She rolled on her back and waited for Robert to cover himself with the condom he retrieved from his pants. She spread her legs wide. Her thighs quivered with anticipation.
    He hovered above her.
    “Go, now,” she directed. What is taking him so long?
    Slowly, his tip entered, parting her damp folds. With the stretch came the beginnings of relief, as if stepping in a warm bath to ease her muscles. She wrapped her legs around him and begged him with her hips to move faster.
    With a long plunge, he pounded into her, once.
    “Again!”
    He repeated, driving forward, her back bruising against the hard floor through the thin sleeping bag. She ground against him, the pressure increased. Tilting her hips to position her clit against him, she cried “Harder!”
    He thrust his hips and crushed against her, giving her the contact she needed. The frantic tempo of the beat inside her blocked out all conscious thought. Tremors shot from her pussy through her body. Her nails scraped the concrete floor as she pulled him even closer with her legs—begging for relief.
    Her orgasm shook her, taking her over the edge and out of the place her body occupied. She contracted around his cock. The pulse of her swollen flesh pulled at him. Robert threw his head back, bucked with the last force he had and grunted.
    When he rolled off her, the cool air blew across her damp skin. Her breathing slowed and she gathered her clothes.
    Without a word, Robert dressed as well, and then he kissed her.
    The kiss did nothing for Wendy. It’s wasn’t a floppy—fish, Jeremy kiss, but she no longer needed Robert or his body. And it wasn’t even close to a Franco kiss.
    “Should we go back to the party? Or do you want to take a walk?” Robert asked.
    “No thanks, I have studying to do.” Wendy stood up and tucked in her blouse. Guilt pricked the back of her conscious, but confusion clouded her thoughts too much to focus on it.
    “But, uh.”
    “Robert, you’re a nice guy. I just got a little hot there. Thanks, it was great. But I gotta go.” She didn’t wait for him to respond. She grabbed her shoes and her bag, and darted out of the shed, half jogging through the yard to the sidewalk.
    She didn’t stop to put on her shoes until she had run a block away from the party. She’d have to call Susan tomorrow to explain why she left without saying goodbye. Hopefully, Robert would keep it to himself. Maybe Susan would believe her if she said she and Robert spent a nice evening talking and then she went home.
    What’s come over me?
    Twice in two days she’d attacked a man. Had breaking up with Jeremy sent her into a fit of desperation? What if these urges took over her life?
    A few minutes later, she stepped up her own walkway. Her mom had left the porch light on. Wendy slipped her key in and carefully opened the door. She sidled inside, careful not to squeak the door too much and wake her mother. She couldn’t face her tonight.
    Her mother, feet up on the couch, was reading a paperback novel.
    “Mom, what are you doing up so late?”
    “What are you doing home so early? You left for the party just over an hour ago.”
    “Oh, yeah. It wasn’t that great. Just a lot of beer, and Billy and his friends playing violent video games,” Wendy piped in a strained voice.
    “Sorry you didn’t have a good time. Want to watch that movie now? They won’t turn off the cable for another week.”
    “No thanks. I need to take a shower. There was so much smoking there, and I think some beer spilled on my pants.”
    “Oooh, yes, there’s a big black stain on your blouse. Looks almost like motor oil. Here, give it to me. I’ll spot wash it right now.” Her mother swung her feet off the couch.
    “No, no. I’ll take care of