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rigid nipples sending a quake of need through her nervous system that she
couldn’t have hidden if her life depended on it.
    ‘Don’t ask stupid questions.’ John wrenched
his pants down a few inches. ‘I’ve been pumping blood down there for the last
two hours thinking of you, babe. Of course I’m up for it!’
    Without bothering to remove his rain-soaked
coat, John hauled Jenny’s denims and knickers off. Positioning her so she was
crouched over the edge of the sofa, her face in the cushions, her knees spread
apart on the floor, John impaled his cock into her soaking pussy. Grasping her
hips in his calloused hands, he drove into her with such vigor that the sofa
shifted across the carpet.
    Surrendering to his momentum, relishing the
solid weight of his muscular frame as it rammed against her arse, Jenny
whimpered an incoherent, ‘That’s so good,’ as he plunged harder, his hand
massaging her wetness in time to his movements. John’s tone was hoarse as he
said, ‘Talk dirty to me, Jen. Tell me about her.’
    She didn’t hesitate, instinctively knowing
what he wanted to hear. ‘You really are a bad boy, making me all wet. I’ve been
thinking of how well you fuck all afternoon. I’ve also been thinking of a girl
I knew…’ John expelled an elongated sigh, boosting Jenny’s confidence. ‘She
used to spend hours just sucking my tits, but you suck tits better, much better.
I’ve never been as horny in my life as I get thinking about you and me together.
My vibrator batteries have worn right down since our last shag…’
    John grunted into her ear, ‘Babe, I’m
nearly there.’ Increasing the pressure of his fingers over her clit, he peaked
alongside her. Jenny’s body shuddered against his bulk.
    Only seconds after he’d moved away from
her, John’s trousers were back in place, and he was apologizing again. ‘Hell,
girl, I’m sorry, but I have to go. We’ll do the finding out about each other
thing next week instead, okay?’
    Jenny nodded dumbly, trying not to show how
disappointed she was. After giving her a brief but fierce kiss, John hurried to
the door. Just as he was about to disappear, he turned back and looked her
squarely in the face, ‘Is it all true, Jen, or have you been making up the bit
about liking girls to turn me on?’
    The hope in his eyes made Jenny smile as
she replied softly, ‘Oh yes, honey, it’s all true.’
    Savoring the aroma of sex hanging around the room, Jenny cradled the look of
utter, gobsmacked delight on John’s face as he’d returned to his van. Then,
resigned to having to wait another whole week before she could tell him
everything she badly wanted him to know, Jenny went back to work.

Friday
    The Van

 
 
    Can u meet me in the town car park at 12 tomo? Will have big library
truck. We need to talk. J

 
    The note had been scribbled in fading black
ink on the back of a leaflet advertising the A to Z Film Delivery Service.
Jenny’s pulse raced as she read. The words ‘we need to talk’ struck a quiet
terror in her heart. They had been the death toll of so many relationships in
the past. But then, this isn’t a
relationship. It isn’t anything. It’s just sex.
    Cursing the fact that she’d been out when
John called, ruing missing the opportunity for another possible sexual
adventure, Jenny’s overactive brain began seething with the usual ‘what ifs.’
    Has
he decided he wants out? Has his delivery round been altered? Or maybe he
really does want to learn more about me…
    Assailed by nerves, a light perspiration dotted
the back of Jenny’s neck and palms as she spotted the DVD lorry in the far
corner of the car park. Its metallic bodywork shone in the midday sunshine, and
the unsubtle bold script of the A to Z Film Delivery Service was certainly designed
to not be missed.
      The night before, tossing and turning against her pillow, Jenny
had been tormented by fantasy-laden dreams. Endless tableaus of John and her on
the living room floor with