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stroking my soaking wet folds, finding my clit by touch.
Then I imagined him going down on me, burying his face against my pussy,
licking and sucking until I gushed on his tongue. I started rubbing my clit
with my fingers, biting my bottom lip as I thought about the two times we’d
been together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter every moment. I remembered
the way Jaxon had felt inside of me, how good he was—hot and hard. I twisted
and writhed on the sheets, moaning as quietly as I could, feeling myself
getting more and more turned on by the moment.
    The sheets and blankets tangled around my legs and
my hips started moving as I rubbed myself, my fingers dropping down to my inner
labia. I slid one finger inside of me while I kept stroking my clit, turning my
face into the pillow as my moans got louder. I kept picturing Jaxon in my head,
imagining him teasing me, devouring my pussy, imagining him thrusting into me
hard and fast. In a matter of moments I was coming, arching off the bed and
burying my face in the pillows. The spasms of pleasure abated after a few
moments, and I lay there, gasping and panting, for a moment at least satisfied.
    I checked the time and saw that I had about thirty
minutes before Mom expected me at breakfast; I took a quick shower and then
blow-dried my hair—I knew Mom would want to head out to the mountain
immediately after, and there wouldn’t be time for my hair to dry on its own. I braided
it and got into some of my warmest clothes—thick jeans with thermals
underneath, a stay-dry shirt under a sweater, thick socks—and put out my pads
and helmet on my bed.
    I got to the table for breakfast just before Jaxon.
As usual, there was a huge spread: eggs, bacon, pancakes, and fruit. Mom and
Bob were having their coffee, eating in near-silence. I sat down, expecting
another barrage of conversation openers from my new step-dad, but apparently he
got the memo about the new family situation being awkward. I wasn’t sure which
was worse: the need to keep up appearances and pretend like I was really interested in getting to know my “new family” or the deep silence
that covered everyone at the table. I wasn’t about to break it.
    It was the longest breakfast I can ever remember
having; nobody really spoke, except to ask someone to pass something or
another. Bob and Mom weren’t acting their usual newlywed selves, but I didn’t
know why; I couldn’t imagine that Mom had actually told him what was going on
between Jaxon and me. I thought if she had there would be an end to the happy
family times theme of this holiday nightmare. I looked around the table a few
times as I tried to eat as quickly as possible; Jaxon still looked angry and I
wondered if it was because of his dad talking about him the night before, or
the whole sorry situation. I couldn’t be sure—every time I looked at him, Jaxon
was staring down at his plate.
    I decided it was probably for the best; it was hard
enough not to think about Jaxon—how hot he was, how good he was in the
sack—without him looking at me. I tried to decide which would make me more
miserable: Jaxon totally ignoring me, or Jaxon being a constant temptation,
acting the way he had the first day or two that we’d been on vacation, showing
me around the house, taking an interest. I’d told him the night before that it
would be better for us to give each other some space, but I almost regretted it
after the dream I’d had. I knew it was wrong, and I knew that I shouldn’t give
into temptation, but I still wanted him. It was going to make the whole stupid,
long day even worse, and I knew it; but I couldn’t make myself stop wanting
him. I could only force myself to ignore him, and hope that my mom would
eventually forget about finding us in bed together.
    I was more than happy to finish the food in front of
me. “Are we still going out to the mountain?” I asked, finally breaking the
thick silence that had hung over all of us. Mom looked up from her