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their partner or to keep the relationship from falling apart. Others, and probably a rather small portion of the general population, truly enjoyed it. I was one of the rare few that loved sex and everything about it.
    As I admired him with what seemed to be a different set of eyes than I had ever viewed him through, I decided not only was I good to go as far as sex went, but that I was ready.
    Ready for him to try and fuck me to death.
    Or at least into a pile of babbling flesh.
    I stood up. “Yeah. I’m good to go.”
    His eyes followed me as I stood. Quickly, his face washed with confusion.
    I placed my hands on my hips and forced a sigh. “I mean we’re both adults. We’ve been friends for as long as we can remember. I’m not going to let anything get between us. If we’re just going to remain friends and bring sex into the friendship, it’s not that big of a deal. If having sex with you turns me into a wreck, or I can’t handle it, we’ll stop. But, let me just warn you of something before we go any further.”
    “What’s that?” he asked.
    I cocked my hip to the side and did my best to mentally undress him. “I just might fuck you into a pile of babbling flesh. That’s what you said, right? Babbling flesh? I was going to be sitting in the corner babbling to myself, that’s what you said. Well, get ready to babble, Mister.”
    He pressed his hands into the cushion of the couch and straightened his posture. Slowly, and without speaking, he stood and turned to face me. He brushed his hair from his face, gazed at me with his thin brown eyes, and moved toward me with an air of confidence.
    I stood, frozen in place.
    He leaned into me, brushing his cheek along mine lightly until his mouth was against my left ear. My shoulders instinctively raised. Goosebumps formed along my arms. With his warm breath in my ear, I stood there attempting to act unaffected by his approach. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I wanted him to show me just what it was that would wad me into a ball of blubbering flesh, but part of me was afraid.
    “Liv, you’re shaking,” he whispered.
    A chill ran along my spine. I swallowed heavily, knowing a response was impossible.
    As he pulled away from me, his lips parted slightly. I desperately wanted him to kiss me. Halfway between being scared to death and too damned excited to move, I stood and watched his each and every movement as if there was nothing I could do to either join him or prevent him from proceeding. It was something I had spent many drunken evenings thinking about and hoping for, but had always dismissed as nothing more than just that.
    Hope.
    I stood silently as he moved closer. I waited. I wanted. But more than anything, I wondered. I knew whatever Luke offered me would be enjoyable from a sexual standpoint, but I doubted I was truly prepared. If his ability to fuck me was equal to his ability to surf or fight, I was going to be in trouble. As his chest pressed lightly against mine I closed my eyes and hoped my shaking legs would continue to hold me up.
    I could feel his warm breath against my mouth. Eager, I opened my eyes.
    He leaned his head to the side at the last moment, brushing his lips lightly past mine. As he pressed his jaw against the side of my face and exhaled lightly against my ear my panties all but burst into flames.
    “Take off your shorts, Liv,” he breathed.
    An ever so slight tingling in my pussy assured me it was alright to proceed. My hands fell to the waist of my shorts and I fumbled to unfasten the button. A simple task that I did no less than half a dozen times a day all of a sudden became impossible. After finally unbuttoning the shorts, I forced my thumbs underneath my panties and began to press them down my legs.
    He didn’t tell me to take off my panties.
    For whatever nervous reasons, I wondered if he was testing me.
    I released my panties and pushed my shorts down along my thighs until they fell to the floor. With my underwear