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responded.
    “Oh, so not far,” she looked at me.
    Another few turns and we arrived. I parked her car in my driveway, behind my truck.
    “Wait, so you have a driver and a truck?” she asked.
    “Well, the driver was for Kalheey, but she had other plans tonight.”
    “Oh, you know Kalheey North?” she had excitement written all over her face.
    “Yeah, she and I are colleagues.”
    “Oh, you are a writer?”
    “I dabble.”
    “That’s cool.” She looked around, after I helped her out of the car, “You have a nice place here. Nice neighborhood.”
    Grabbing her hand, I led her to the front door, then to the living room on the second floor. The first floor was the den and the garage, which I used for storage.  She sat down on the couch, as I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, which landed on Sports Center. As I gathered drinks for us in the kitchen, she changed the channel to a news program.
    “Where is your bathroom?” she called to me.
    “Right there.” I pointed to the restroom next to the stairwell that led to the bedrooms.
    She nodded and I added, “My address is 2405 Highway Drive, just don’t tell that to your first friend that I met.”
    Her laugh stopped me mid-pour. It was a hearty laugh, straight from the core. It was real. My brain racked for the times I heard a real laugh. Not a chuckle, or a giggle, but a belly-aching laugh. I peeped at her through my kitchen window to see, she was indeed texting on the phone.
    “Don’t you worry, I won’t.” She looked up at me.
    Good, a woman not in denial about the people close to her. She surprised me at every turn.  When she emerged from the bathroom, I was waiting with our drinks in hands.
    “What is this?”
    “Does it matter?”
    “Nope, since I’m not drinking it.”
    Funny, but smart.
    Putting the drinks down, I went to the kitchen to get her a bottled water.
    “That’s more like it.” She smiled at me.
    Taking the water, she sat back down on the couch and crossed her legs. Still standing, I looked down at her, when she smirked back. So, I put my hands on the back of the couch, next to her head, and leaned so I was in her space.
    “What’s more like it?” I murmured as our noses touched.
    Silence. 
    Her breath hitched as her chest protruded towards me. She leaned back into the reclining cognac-colored leather couch.
    My arms pushed off of the sofa, then she visibly exhaled. I knelt before her, placing both hands on her thighs so I could uncross them. A small gasp escaped those pink lips.
    “You are sexy.”
    A murmur came from her. Once her legs were as wide as they could go, I pulled her by her thighs so her ass was on the edge of the couch.
    “W-what are you d-doing?” she asked.
    “Having my supper.” I pulled her black panties from her bottom, by pulling her legs up in front of her to get them off. “You look nervous.”
    “Do I?” she exhaled. “I was just trying to figure out how hungry you really are?”
    With that comment, I opened her legs again, baring her neatly trimmed pussy to me. God, she was wet already. Her aroma was calling to my animal senses. I pushed her legs back, licked my lips and moaned “Famished,” as I descended down her sweet opening.
    “Ohhh.” She moaned.
    I licked around her clit at first, just to stimulate her more. Then I licked her juices around her opening, as her taste sent me into overdrive. My arms wrapped around her thighs as I kissed her pussy, just like I would her mouth. Licking and sucking, nipping and biting, soon to be screaming and fucking.
    “Ohhhh Goooddddd,” She wailed.
    Inserting one finger into her tight channel, caused her to jerk on the couch. My tongue played with her little bud, as she begin to rock into me. The second finger entered and that was when she grabbed my head and began to ride my fingers and my face from the bottom. Fuck, I let her because she felt and tasted so damn good.
    “Yes,” she moaned, “Right therrrreee.”
    “I’m coming,” she sang.