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felt him thickening and thrusting harder, then harder. I reached down and spread my lips exposing my clit as I soared toward my own climax.  

    He sucked in his breath and began to groan and I felt his release as I reached my own, I saw stars and   then felt the cooling rush as I came with him buried inside me. My pussy clenched around him convulsively and he rested his hand gently on me as he stroked my side. I loved basking in the afterglow, and he indulged me, holding me tightly and stroking my hair.  

Well, fortunately this won't complicate things at all, I thought to myself, and we stretched and untangled our limbs. After is always the most awkward part, I think. Even more awkward than before. I mean if you want each other and you know it, then the before thing isn't all that weird. But, after is weird. What do you do with yourself? How do you go home?Do you go home?

    This is what I was wrestling with, instead of bathing in the afterglow.  

    I stood, and sat down again immediately. Head rush. I guess my blood wasn't really moving yet.  

    "Mind if I shower, quick?"

    "It's your place," I laughed, "sure, me too." I followed him to the bathroom, and stood behind him as we looked into the mirror together. Pressing my breasts up against his back I rubbed my hands up and down his chest and began to kiss along his shoulder and jaw.  

    Just then I heard the unmistakable whine of Drew's sister Ashley.  

    "Drew, are you here? Drew? I need to drop the kids with you tonight, is that ok?"

    "Busted," Drew whispered to me in the bathroom. So much for our sexy second round.  

    "I'll be right out," he called. "Stay here," he whispered.  

    I sat down in the shower and waited, dragging a towel over me to keep me warm. I heard raised voices, but tried not to pay any attention, it wasn't really my business. Then I heard a knock at the door, followed by an all too familiar voice. I rested my forehead against the cool tile, hoping the voice would go away. It wouldn't.

    There was a soft knock at the door and Drew whispered, "Can you come out here, please?"

    Wrapping the towel around myself I walked out of the bathroom to see my former fiancee, of course, and Drew's sister, waiting for me.  

    "Jake! What. Is. It?" I hissed through clenched teeth. God, it would have been easier to marry him. I'd probably have seen less of him.

    "We need to talk," he said.

    "No, no we don't. Are you armed by the way? Squirt gun, paint ball gun, caulking gun, anything counts. I need to know now!"

    "No, no, that was a terrible mistake, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."

    "Damn right it won't, you're going home so you won't be here to do it again!" I was beside him in a flash, and grabbing his ear as I yelled. "I'm done, you got that? Done. Go away. Go home, go anywhere, but leave me alone!"

    Drew stepped in, "You heard her. Get out, she doesn't want to see you anymore."

    Jake turned, I still had him by the ear and he yelped in pain. "Okay, I'm going, I'm going...it's just..."

    "I do not need to hear whatever you're trying to say."

    "Fine," he said, twisting out of my grasp and heading for the door. He paused and turned as if he were going to shove someone, but apparently thought better of it, and left.

    "Well, that was fun, who is he?" asked Ashley.

    "My...um. Former fiancee, I guess. I mean I keep wanting to call him my ex, but we never got as far as getting married."

    "Because she walked out on the wedding, the ceremony, left him at the altar," added Drew.

    "You didn't?" she gasped.

    "I did, actually. He was lying to me, and I sort of called him out on it in front of the crowd, and it seems he's still not over it. I mean who would want to be married to someone who didn't want to be married to them? Anyway... Um, mind if I get dressed? I'm kind of uncomfortable wearing just this."

    "Oh, no, sure..." Ashley said. I admired that she wasn't asking a thousand questions about what I was doing at her brother's place, naked in the