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again like that. It was a little weird, but pretty hot, too.
    He took off my pants and my underwear and I thought he was going to fuck me, but instead he went down on me, which I completely didn’t see coming. I was already pretty wet from sucking his dick, which turned me on way more than I thought it would have, but when I realized he was going to eat me out, I could feel myself getting even wetter.
    He started out kind of slow at first, making small circles around my whole pussy. It felt nice, but it wasn’t what I wanted so I reached down and grabbed the back of his head and kind of pulled him right into my pussy. Once I did that, oh my God. As soon as he started licking my clit it was seriously one of the best sexual experiences of my life. He somehow knew how to get me so close to cumming and then back off. He did that like probably ten times and then finally used his fingers and his tongue at the same time to make me finish.
    I probably almost broke his neck, my legs clamped down on him so hard. Then it was like I was in a coma or something. Waves of little aftershocks would go through me every few seconds for the next minute or two. I have to admit, he was really, really amazing at that.
    I just lay there staring at the ceiling. He came up and lay down next to me. He kissed me on the cheek and I could smell my pussy on his face.
    The next thing I remember was waking up, still naked, under my covers, with Kyle sleeping next to me. Annie still wasn’t back from wherever she had gone and it was dark outside. I looked at Kyle for a few seconds, trying to figure out if I was feeling something for him, something real I mean. I think I probably was. I think that was the first time that I thought to myself he might actually be a cool guy. At the very least he was the best guy I’d ever had go down on me. If he hadn’t been so good at it, none of this probably ever would have happened. A few other guys had been okay at it, but even my high school boyfriend never made me cum from just going down on me. I remember, as I was lying there, I wondered if Kyle was that good with his tongue because he was terrible at fucking or if his pussy-eating skills were just the tip of the iceberg—you know, like maybe he was just one of those guys who was naturally really good at everything that had to do with sex.
    I definitely knew I wanted to keep this thing going to at least get him to go down on me a few more times and to test out how good he was at regular sex.

chapter six
     
    My stepmother had, once again, nagged my father into taking her to his Italian villa for the weekend, so I had our house essentially to myself, not counting the live-in maid who was new, her name unknown to me at the time. I invited a couple of girls from school to come over and indulge in some wine while sitting in the rooftop Jacuzzi, knowing that an invitation to the Keller mansion has literally never been declined by any girl I’ve issued it to. I also invited Kyle over, in the hopes that whatever strange hold Heather had over him would be sucked out of him by one of these whores along with a gallon of his deluded semen.
    I don’t know exactly what it was that compelled me to care so much about Kyle’s well-being when it came to prematurely committing himself to women, but I was compelled nonetheless. Maybe there was something in me that recognized his inability to see that all women are worthless because his economic means didn’t render women completely dispensable as mine did for me. Or maybe, and I’ve only come to give this theory any credence in the past few months, but maybe I was somehow jealous of Kyle’s ability to see the good in women. As I’ve stated before, I see no good in any woman beyond her ability to aid me in ejaculating and, although I feel my outlook is correct and infallible, there is some part of me that wishes I could blind myself to their insignificance and believe in the lies of love and mutual respect—believe that each