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dried. The person that stared back at me in the mirror seemed different than the person I usually saw. Had the shower Josh and I taken together changed me that much? Would our friendship and the rest of our lives be ruined? No matter the damage, I knew I wouldn't give up what had happened between us for anything.
     
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    “I'll clean up. You guys go. You two need a night out,” I said after dinner.
    Mom looked at me suspiciously, but dad was all about leaving. When they were gone, Josh walked into the kitchen.
    “I'm heading out. Just want to make sure we're still cool.”
    “What?” I turned around. “You're leaving? I thought...”
    “You thought what, Lissa? We can't ever do more than what happened today.”
    I put my hands on my hips. “And what happened today?”
    “What do you mean? You know what happened.”
    “Exactly. I got you off and you left me hanging.”
    “They were home,” he said, gesturing wildly with his hand.
    “And they're gone now.”
    He took a deep breath, frowned, then turned around and stormed out of the room. I hated the way he acted sometimes. Part of me had just been teasing about him not giving me an orgasm, but the tiny nub between my legs wasn't kidding at all. I decided to let the dishes soak a while and walked upstairs to my bedroom. After I shut the door, I walked over to my desk and rolled a joint.
    After opening my window and turning on the ceiling fan, I lit it up. As I took a deep hit, I looked around my room, which seemed different after having been gone away at college. The first two summers had been different in some way. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, so I exhaled and took another big hit from the joint.
    Smoke flew through the air toward the window, pushed by invisible wind. Maybe that was why I'd opened the shower curtain and stepped in with Josh? Was that also the reason I'd touched his cock? And gotten him off? As I smoked, my thoughts began to become less focused. I drifted back to his body without the emotions attached.
    Ten hits later, I set the joint down and headed over to my bed. The house was empty, so I slipped out of my clothes then laid down. With my eyes closed, I began to rub my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples. Then I moved away from them and touched other parts of my body. All the while, I thought about Josh and his strong arms, how his finger had felt inside me.
    Gradually, I made my way back to my hard nipples. I sighed as my fingers brushed over them. Between the weed and what had happened in the shower earlier, I knew I was going to have one of my best orgasms ever. That thought alone made me breathe a little faster. As my chest rose and fell, my hands slipped lower on my body.
    My fingers passed over my neatly trimmed hair then reached my slit. I moaned again as I touched myself, imagining it was his fingers that were touching me. As I got wet and started to breathe heavy, I heard the floorboards creak. I opened my eyes and looked to my door, which I'd forgotten to lock. Josh was standing there looking in.
    I didn't stop touching myself as he watched. Would he come over? If I said anything I might scare him away, so I kept my mouth shut. Then he walked toward me. I moved over on the bed and spread my legs wide. Did he know what I wanted him to do? What would happen if he continued what he had started earlier that day?
    As my fingers played the delicate instrument between my legs, he surprised me as he got on the bed on his stomach and scooted closer to me. His lips kissed the inside of my thighs, first one side then the other. I looked down at him as he stared intently at my pussy, examining me. When I couldn't resist anymore, I reached out and grabbed his head, pulling his face down while I bucked my hips up.
    When his lips touched my fleshy, pink lips, I thought I was going to come right away. Then his tongue slipped out of his mouth and he started lapping at me. I moaned again, unable to believe what was