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spend their nights at clubs all over town picking up women.  Delilah says she imagines that Damien, Dante and Spencer have had each had sex with hundreds of women . The fact that all three of them are such commitment- phobes definitely says something.
    The very thought of Damien touching another woman makes me ill, not that I can do anything about it.  I’ve been lucky so far and have n’ t seen him with anyone, and I hope my luck holds out for a long, long time.   For whatever reason, he and Spence never pick up women when they a re with the girls and me.  As far as I can tell, they don’t even look.
    His track record might be bad , but I could n’ t imagine Damien ever treating me poorly.  No one has ever been as attuned to my feelings and thoughts as Damien is. He treats me with respect and consideration at all times, and I know he cares about me deeply.  I think we would make a fantastic couple, and I can’t even conceive of being with anyone but him.  I certainly don’t have the desire.
    So engrossed am I in my own thoughts that I startle when the movie concludes and Dante turns on the lights .   All of us make our way in to the driveway as we say our goodbyes.
    As usual, Damien and I are the last two, and we stand talking as everyone else pulls out of the driveway.  Our conversation coming to a close, Damien walks me to my car.  He seems a bit off, but I’m sure he’s just tired. 
    After we exchange goodbyes, I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around him for a hug and then stretch up further to kiss his cheek.  He must not have realized what I was doing , because he turned his head a bit , causing my lips to connect with his mouth instead of his cheek.
    I barely have time to process that before he tightens his grip on me and licks my lower lip .   W hen I gasp, he slides his tongue in to my mouth.  He tastes delicious and I moan as our tongues explore each other’s mouths.
    The kiss goes on and on.  It’s full of passion, and like wildfire it burns everything in its wake.  He starts moving us until my back is up against my car , our bodies smashed against each other .   Fisting my hands in hi s hair, I rub against him , reveling in the feeling of his rock hard erection pressing against me.  Needing more contact, I widen my legs and then wrap my right leg around him before rubbing up against him in search of relief.
    I’m shocked but incredibly aroused w hen he puts his hands on my ass, lifting me off my feet.  Wrapping my other leg around him so that now both feet are locked together behind his back, I wiggle against him as he bumps gently up against me, m imicking the rhythm of sex.  I’ m needy and frustrated, groaning in frustration.  I want more.
    Wrenching my lips from his I whisper , “ Damien, help me .   I feel out of control .”
    His eyes are gigantic in his face, his breathing labored and erratic.  He looks utter ly undone, but all I can think about is h ow badly I want him . I rub up against him again and then gasp as he opens the button and p ulls down the zipper of my jean shorts .  My head falls back and hits the car as his hand slips in to my soaking wet panties. God his fingers feel so good against my sex.
    Laying his forehead on mine, he growls.  “Fuck Brooke.  You’re soaked sweetheart.  So fucking wet and hot . ”
    S liding his fingers over me , he rubs my juices all over my clit faster and faster . H is tongue in my mouth matches the rhythm of his fingers , a turn on unlike anything I’ve ever felt .  Holding his head between my hands, I kiss him back with unchecked passion.  It was one thing to suspect what his mouth would feel like.  It’s another thing entirely to know.  My fantasies didn’t even come close to doing him justice, and I soak up his skill like a sponge.
    His fingers easily slide all over my clit, my arousal making me sex a slippery canvas just for his use.  Rubbing against him, I let out a muffled cry.  I’m so close!

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