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form.  Kudos.”
    I snicker.  “Did you just say kudos?”  My shoulders relax a bit.  “Just something I remember your dad saying when we were in high school.”
    “His favorite saying.” 
    “So which Stephenson are you?”
    “Tobias.”  The gravelly, raspy, deliciously deep texture of his voice is naturally sensual.  “ Ohmygosh ,” I exclaim, my fingers curl around the edge of my kitchen counter.  “Tobias!  Oh, wow.  Tobias.”  I wet my lips, my breathing fast.
    “The one and only, Meg gie .”  “I take it by that reaction that you haven’t forgotten me.”
    “No.”  Good one, Meg.   I raise my chin, my senses whirling.   “That would be a little difficult.  Considering that I gave you something kinda important.”  My eyes narrow.
    “Don’t worry, Meggie .”  I feel the sensual heat radiating from his words.  “I remember exactly what you gave me.”
    “So what have you been up to?”  I work desperately at changing the subject.
    “College.”  I can hear the pride in his voice.  “Took over the family business about four years ago.” 
    “That’s pretty cool.”
    “I think so.”
    His voice has a commanding presence over the phone, his confidence ratchets up my arousal.  “Is there anyone available to see what’s up with my air conditioner?”
    “Oh, that’s right, you did call for a reason, didn’t you, Meggie .”
    “That I did.”  My laugh sounds nervous to my own ears.  Keep it cool, Meg.
    “I’m not busy right now.”
    My heart stops beating for a minute.  My hand flies to my chest and l lay my palm flat to make sure it’s still working.  Suddenly I’m a ball of nerves.
    “Okay.”
    “What’s your address?”
    I give it to him.
    “I can be there in about twenty to thirty minutes.”
    “Sounds good.” 
    “See ya in a few.”
     
    ***
     
    Ohmygod !  Ohmygod !  Ohmygod !
    I race up the stairs, strip out of my clothes and jump in the shower to rinse off the ten layers of sweat that accumulated this morning. 
    Standing under the water does nothing to cool the hot blood racing through my veins.  My nipples are still hard peaks, my labia feels puffy, swollen and needy.  I reach between my legs to feel my clit poking out of its hood, engorged and begging for relief. 
    I close my eyes and my vision swims remembering the boy he was.  Tall, lanky, not yet filled out completely, but definite potential. 
    My fingers slide through my slick slit, grazing every few swipes over my clit and sending powerful shoots of electricity to my toes. 
    I allow my fingers to circle the sensitive opening to my body.  I thrust in two fingers, imagining his thick cock impaling me.  Reaching for the spot .  The one that makes me feel so good. 
    Knowing my time is limited; I slide my fingers free and rub my clit in quick circles.  Round and round feeling the distended flesh growing harder and harder with each pass.  My body writhes against the movements, responding to my touch.  Begging for more.  Seeking release, swift and hard. 
    My moans are low and throaty as I urgently reach for the orgasm that’s building fast.  Nothing else matters in the next few minutes, but my orgasm.
    My hand cups my right breast, squeezing, kneading the firm globe.  My forefinger and thumb pinch and pull, tweaking my rigid nipple as my fingers circle faster and faster over my engorged clit. 
    Come on.  Come on.  Come on.  That’s it.  I feel it at the base of my spine and in my curled toes as I press my hips into my hand.  My nipples bunch even tighter with each bite of pain making my hips thrust forward.  Rub, rub, rub .  Flick, flick, flick and I cry out on a groan, my stomach clenching as waves of pleasure wash over me along with the water from my shower.
    Slumping against the cool tiles of the shower stall, I catch my breath before standing back under the hard spray and rinse once more. 
     
    ***
     
     
    “Better than I remembered.”  He steps through the