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he were positioning my body for an exercise. Then, with the same deliberation, he peeled off my panties and climbed on top, bending my right leg up to my shoulder, the perfect stretch for the lower back and hamstring.
    â€œDon’t you want to see who wins?” I whispered, perversely, for I was sure I’d go crazy if he did actually stop to watch the game again.
    â€œI already know, Sophie. It’s you, right?” The mischievous glimmer in his eyes might have given me pause if I hadn’t been busy thrusting my ass up to get him so deep inside me the pleasure edged into delicious pain. All that mattered now was that I’d won this battle. There’d be plenty of time later to worry about the war.

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    One month after the pool party, I finally went “out” with Mark for the first time to a trendy sake bar with Diana and Josh. It wasn’t a date. In spite of the great sex, I told myself, Mark and I were still strictly no-strings.
    For an hour or two, I actually believed it was true.
    Then, between the entrée and dessert, Mark put his arm around me, gave my shoulder a squeeze and whispered, “You’re slouching again, princess. Shoulders back.”
    My eyes shot open and I could barely restrain a cry of dismay. Because immediately after he said those words, my underwear was soaked.
    â€œExcuse me,” I mumbled and dashed off to the ladies’ room, praying it hadn’t seeped through to my skirt. In the stall, I slipped my fingers into my panties and sure enough, I was as slick as if he’d played with me for half an hour. Without even thinking, I started rubbing and literally, in thirty seconds, I was coming, biting back my moans as my body shuddered against the metal partition.
    The bathroom door swung open. “Sophie?” It was Diana. “Hey, I know what happened out there.”
    My heart leaped in my chest. How could she know? Did Mark do this to her, too?
    â€œI’ve got extra tampons if you need any.”
    I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, but I have some.”
    â€œOf course, you always plan ahead. By the way, you and Mark make a cute pair.”
    I was about to protest that we were not a “pair,” thank you, but I realized the only thing I really wanted was to get Mark’s cock inside me for my encore orgasm.

    That’s when it hit me. My glorified gym teacher was cleverer than I ever imagined.
    I marched out to the table and announced that I wasn’t feeling well and had to go home early. Mark was all solicitation and concern as he followed me out to the car, but as soon as we had the doors closed, I let him have it.
    â€œDrive to that motel down the street. I’ll wait in the car while you get us a room.”
    He turned to me, eyebrows raised.
    â€œDon’t look innocent. You knew what you were doing to me from the beginning.”
    He smiled smugly. “I guess it worked then.”
    â€œLike a charm. And now you’re going to make me come again, because you got me so turned on with your secret signal I already came once in the restroom. It took less than a minute. I’m a model trainee, aren’t I?”
    â€œThe best.”
    Once he got us the room and the door had closed behind us, I pushed him down on the bedspread, yanked down his pants and straddled him. Pulling aside the elastic of my panties, I slid onto his cock with a groan.
    â€œTouch my shoulder. Say the words.”
    I wasn’t sure if it was an order or a plea, but Mark obliged by squeezing my shoulder gently. My pussy responded with a gush of juices and I started to ride him, our bodies making soft, kissing sounds together.
    â€œMind your posture now, princess,” he whispered, his lips curved up in a triumphant grin. “You’d better be good, because you never
know when I’ll strike. Maybe it will be at a party next time. I’ll give you the signal and you’ll be so turned on you’ll have to