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me to move up my place in line.
    Even James noticed my distraction.
    He didn't complain as much as I might have over the sandwich I sent him to school with that had no meat in it. He did however raise an awful stink about me turning his favorite t-shirt red, by putting it in with the new towels for the guest bath.
    OK, I admit it, I was a walking hormone! Just a glance at the cucumber in the vegetable tray made me wet.
    Thank god it was the weekend that James went to his dad's house. On Friday night after dropping him off at this dads house, I rushed home.
    I didn't get any speeding tickets, but that was only because I learned early on that crying when the cop stops you gets you a warning instead of a citation.
    Poor Scruff got the shortest walk of her life, and showed her appreciation by eating my slippers.
    Something I didn't even notice until the following morning.
    I threw together a plate of leftover spaghetti, a glass of wine, and breaking my own rule about eating in the bedroom went in James's room and camped out on his computer.
    I didn't waste all my time waiting though, I'll have you know, I got some good bargains shopping early for Christmas!
    Around an hour later, and another glass of wine down, Mark signed on. I had to stop myself from messaging him the second I saw his name, but much to his credit, I seemed to be more important than any email he might have had, as he immediately said hello. God, we were both like giddy teens.
    Over and over we said how great it was to be chatting again finally, and how much we had missed one another. It wasn't long until we began cuddling (I prefer that word better than cybering).
    It almost seemed a frantic kind of lovemaking we wrote of, and I was so turned on after a half hour of it, I had shed my pants and shoes, unbuttoned my shirt and was sitting at the computer, typing away in my bra and panties.
    Yes, I would clean the keyboard later!
    It was almost impossible to sit there reading Marks words, without stroking my fingers over my clit.
    At times, I would have to lick the wetness off my fingers before I could type a response.
    I know for a fact that he had to be typing one handed now and then.
    I couldn't see him, but his one word responses where a dead giveaway.
    It was such a turn on to know that my mere words were enough to make him hard! I played it up too though.
    I would tell him how bad I wanted to suck his cock. Tell him that I wanted to lick it through the fabric of his shorts, and nibble at it when I could feel it get hard. I told him that I wanted to rip his pants off, and cradle his cock and balls in both hands, and slip the tip of it into my lips.
    Let my tongue twirl around the head of his cock, then suck it in deeper. I told him I wanted to slide his cock over my tongue and press it against the roof of my mouth, pulling back from him and letting my lips drag over his shaft, then suck hard, and drag it back in my mouth, all the while rolling his balls around in my hands.
    God, I did want too!
    I could feel his cock, firm and long in my mouth as I typed.
    I could feel it jump and jerk as I sucked at it. I could feel the ridge around the head of his cock pass over my lips as I sucked it deep into my mouth, all the while my tongue stroking the underside of it.
    I wanted to press his cock deep into my mouth and feel the tip enter my throat, I wanted to feel it as I swallowed around it, my tongue pressing upward. I wanted to slurp at his cock, sucking it in and out over and over until I could feel it start to thicken in my mouth as he was about to cum.
    I wanted to feel it jerk as the cum pulsed out into my mouth, me pressing it deep into my throat and swallowing every drop.
    I wanted to feel it spur cum against the back of my throat, wave after wave of it. I wanted to hold his cock in my mouth as it softened, and suck it back to hardness again.
    I wanted to start over again and again and again.
    We chatted until well after midnight, neither of us even considering