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you want it,” Jason slurred, searching her eyes, close at hand but not making contact.
    “I want it—” Crystal said in a strangulated voice. To which Jason closed her mouth in a bruising kiss.
    “You got it.”
    Crystal watched Jason pull down her underpants and push them, balled up, into her handbag. She twisted her peasant wraparound
     skirt up behind her back and remained standing. A warm trickle flowed in anticipation, and she closed her legs in shame. But
     he spread her legs firmly with a nudge of his knee, and with a hand puckered the swollen flaps of her sex to bring on more.
     “You want a condom?”
    Crystal nodded shyly.
    Jason grinned. “We’ll use mine. I have ’em made to order. Your brand might not be big enough for me.”
    Crystal waited with her eyelashes fluttering down. Her legs did a little scissor dance on the hinge of her twat.
    Jason teased two fingers up inside her pubic area. He was looking into space. He believed she would go all the way now. Soon
     he could relax his act, and the fraud, really, that he saw her as a person.
    Crystal braced herself against the wall and squatted slightly. Maybe the stranger’s fingers were all he had the guts to use.
     They were up to his knuckles in her, and, damp as she was, she suctioned onto him. Meanwhile, she didn’t want to look into
     his eyes. Blue, made loony by desire, their rapidness reflected her own. She wanted to unzip his pants and pull him popping
     inside her.
Cut the he-man buildup,
her glance told him.
Or I’ll explode.
    The fingers came out. As if by reflex, they crooked into a departing pinch of one naked pink lip.
    Jason took Crystal’s hand off his belt (where she had been holding on for dear life) and chuckled. “I have to lift out of
     these pants real slow,” he demurred.
    Crystal saw what he meant as he lowered the zipper over his swollen cock and shimmied his pants down to his hips. Corporal
     Cowboy was hairier than Fen, and the thing was wrapped in a wiry blue-black mass—huge. He pressed her palms against the decrepit
     plaster of the hall. Holding them there, he moved up into her in a neat arch. He stayed firm as she came again and again,
     racked by waves of lust in which every satisfaction seemed to trigger more need. Crystal braced against Jason, putting a distance
     between them, and he was fascinated as her body both drew him in and kept him away. He watched her jutting breasts heave from
     her rib cage and got more excited. But when he ejaculated, it was almost with an apology for an anticlimax—by comparison with
     Crystal’s seismic shudders.
    “I see I don’t have to worry about getting you hot,” said Jason with the cheering boasting of a funny line.
    Suddenly Crystal shielded her nakedness against his body. She had heard it first, but now he tensed, too. A mouse in the garbage
     chute, someone dropping a shoe in the apartment above—something. Fear plunged Crystal into abject sorrow, convinced her she
     was on the brink of being found out. It was not that she reproached herself for her act, which felt absolutely necessary.
     Rather, to be found out seemed an impossible death. She would melt into a pile of salt. One supercilious look from the bloodshot
     eyes of her prized resident doctor spouse and zap, she would be expelled forever from the socially elite milieu. Destroyed
     for merely being true to herself.
    Detached for a moment by her melancholy, Crystal looked down at herself wonderingly. There was a woman a lot like her, the
     wrong half naked, in heat with a worker she had picked up in the subway a half hour before. Was she the same girl who had
     thought that making out in thebackseat of a car was dirty and disgusting? And God, it had thrilled her…. Until she got hit with the undertow.
    Because next she thought of her future beautiful life as a physician’s wife. Happiness was a gorgeous hydrogen balloon that
     Crystal once held within her grasp. Now she saw it fly up and away. Crystal had