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cosmetic fix, Finn," I groused at
his meticulousness when my arms started to go numb. "Can you hurry it
up?"
    "I'd rather make sure the bugs don't get in," he
countered. "Unless, you want a few extra creepy crawlies in the house
tonight?"
    Good point. I shuddered at the thought of spiders and kept
my mouth shut.
    With Finn kneeling just below me, I was suddenly very aware
of my lack of appropriate pajamas. With my arms lifted, my tank top rose too,
leaving my stomach exposed. Finn worked his body around my own as he continued
to tape the tarp to the window. His hands brushed gently across my bare thighs.
    I felt his breath tickle gently across my stomach as he
spoke, his voice rough and husky. "Sorry."
    Goosebumps erupted on my skin, which longed for his soft
lips to brush up against the gentle curve of my belly.  
    He angled around me, wrapping his arms around my legs as he
did an intricate dance with the tarp and the roll of tape. Closing my eyes, I
could feel his steady breath lightly brushing against the small of my back. His
hands, rough with callouses, scraped along my skin, and followed the line of
his exhalation. I arched slightly as my nerve center lit up, and I imagined his
strong fingers playing with the elastic band on the leg my panties. I squeezed
my Kegel muscles gently and a small gasp escaped my lips.  
    His hard body slid against my backside as he stood to his
full 6-foot frame. He reached his arms up and covered my hands with his. Time
stopped as I relaxed into him, his hard cock pressing against my ass through
the thin fabric of our clothes. My breath came quicker, and I longed to turn
into him, to press my lips against his and tease his mouth open with my tongue.
    "You can let go now, thanks," Finn said, his voice
husky.
     "Right," I whispered. Reluctantly, I released my
hold on the tarp and opened my eyes. As soon as I got close to him, my body
betrayed me.
    I shuffled quickly across the room, putting distance between
us, just as Amanda came out of the bathroom. Tara was upright, but not walking
on her own. Amanda was dragging her, pretty much.
    Finn shot a look of disgust their way. "I tossed her
out of the bar at around 11 tonight. No one in their right mind should have
served her."
    "Maybe she was roofied," I suggested, even though
I didn't believe it. Rejected by some guy, she found solace in the bottom of a
bottle. She wouldn't be the first co-ed to do it. But I was tired and punchy
and pretty horny. Giving Finn shit felt good. It was that or throw him on the
coffee table to have wild sex. Option one was safest.
    "A little help please?" Amanda called out,
slumping under Tara's dead weight. With me holding Tara up on the other side,
we managed to get her to the couch. She flopped over like a rag doll.
    Finally released from Tara's inebriated grip, Amanda rounded
on me. "Iz, she's loaded, not roofied. Why are you even defending this
bitch? She tossed a brick through your window ."
    "As much as I hate to agree with Amanda..." Finn
stopped himself, probably so he didn't have to completely agree with her.
    "Whatever she did, she didn't know what she was
doing," I said to Amanda, who was heading up the stairs.
    Amanda stopped halfway and looked back at me. "What you
should do is call the cops. Instead your letting her sleep it off on our couch
instead of the Willimantic PD's drunk tank."
    "You're going to bed?" I asked feebly, looking
between Tara, Finn and Amanda.
    "Yup, and you should do the same," she said.
    "What if she gets sick again?"
    "I think she's pretty much barfed out," Amanda
said dryly over her shoulder.
    "Wait," Finn barked at Amanda. She glared at him,
but stopped. "Can someone tell me why was she here, throwing bricks at the
windows?"
    "Ask our resident witch," Amanda huffed, this time
continuing up the stairs. "Good night."
    I slowly turned to face Finn, gearing up for an argument. He
hated my witchy ways on the best days.
    "Don't look at me with those sad eyes," he said.
"What did you