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bit higher. Then she
shakily went over to Marcus with her hand held out.
    “Nice to meet you, Christie has told me all about
you.”
    Marcus shook her hand and shook it politely before
trying to pull away, but Sarah Jane held on uncomfortably long.
Christie could imagine the expression on her face, batting her
eyelashes and pouting slightly. For a moment she was worried it
would have the usual effect of grabbing any man’s attention. But
not Marcus, he dropped her hand firmly and then slid past her to
come and stand by Christie.
    “It was nice meeting you, but we are a little busy
right now, isn't that right honey?” He wrapped his big strong arms
around her waist, squeezing her tight and raising a thumb to stroke
under Christie's breast. A very slight movement, but one that was
not wasted on Sarah Jane.
    Christie covered his hand with her own, squeezing it
appreciatively. “Yes. Sarah Jane if you don’t mind, Marcus has come
a long way to find me. No thanks to you.”
    Sarah Jane looked greedily at Marcus, Christie knew
how jealous she must be, a man like him being more interested in
the “fat girl” must really rankle. Yet, Christie had no sympathy
for the woman who nearly cost her happiness. Looking once more at
the two of them together, Sarah Jane knew she was beaten.
    “I’ll let myself out, you two have fun,” she said,
and left Christie's apartment. Slamming the door behind her.
    Christie turned to Marcus. “I guess we know what
happened to the letter.”
    “How did she get her hands on it?” Marcus asked.
    Christie thought for a moment. “I’m not sure; she
must have looked in my mailbox. Not much of a friend was she?”
    “It doesn’t matter now, we've found each other
despite her interfering, now doesn’t that tell you something?”
    “I should find better friends?” she quipped, trying
to avoid the devastating look he was giving her.
    “No, silly.” He lifted her chin so she couldn’t avoid
him. “That we are meant to be together.”
    He dipped his head and kissed her, a soft passionate
kiss that made her knees feel weak. Feeling her cling to him he
bent down and lifted her up, carrying her back to the bedroom. No
one had ever swept her off her feet before, and she wanted to stay
in his arms for ever, he made her feel like a real woman.
    Laying her down gently on the bed he slid next to
her, the sheet falling from him. Then he undid her robe and began
to kiss her large breasts, every last inch, until she was gasping
for air. The feeling of need had returned, her sex already wet and
ready for him.
    Sliding her hand down she wrapped it around his thick
cock and stroked him, slowly. He showed his pleasure by sucking
hard on her nipples until they were stiff peaks. The feel of his
hand across her thigh made her open her legs for him to gain access
to her heated need. His fingers slipping into her sex, enticing her
with their touch.
    This time he did not make her wait; he moved onto his
back and to her horror helped her to straddle him.
    “I’ve never done it like this before,” she
admitted.
    “This is a night of new experiences, my love. Trust
me, you will enjoy it.”
    “I don't know how I’m supposed to move,” she said
still worried. “Will you teach me?”
    “Of course, we can learn how we fit together.” He
held his cock and guided it into her.
    Slowly she eased herself down onto him. The head of
his cock felt strange as it butted up against her entrance. His
hands went to her hips and he helped her take him slowly, his cock
sliding into her, deeper and deeper. She groaned at the feel of
him, he filled her and stretched her tight sex, something that he
seemed to appreciate.
    One thing she learnt about riding him like this was
the way she could watch his face, the expressions of pleasure their
lovemaking brought to his features, and right now he looked very
pleased. His mouth was slightly open, his breath coming in shallow
burst as he fought to gain control of himself. All this