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above mine as he slipped his arms around my back. “Anywhere you want to go, Jen.” I guess I had told him my name somewhere along the way. He slowly lowered his face to mine and kissed me. I closed my eyes and memorized the soft feel of his lips against mine. Keith was gentle as he teased my lips apart with his tongue and slipped it inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He knew how to kiss, and I wondered if he couldn’t be the cure for my problem. I pressed closer to his muscled body. Keith moaned against me and pulled away enough to ask me to come home with him.
    I knew that I should say no and go home. This wasn’t my style, and I was making the decision under poor circumstances and drunk to boot. “Get a cab,” I murmured before I tugged him back down to my mouth.
    He lived in a big house, and we took a taxi to the gate where he let me in. He pushed me against the stone once we were locked in. “You’re so beautiful,” Keith murmured as his hands slipped down my body and over my hips. He pulled me back, and we made our way to the house between awkward kisses. Keith opened the massive front door with the thick stained glass scattered over the surface and led me inside before he took me to the couch. “Want anything to drink?”
    “Water would be great,” I replied as I watched him go into the kitchen and closed my eyes. I was turned on enough to do this and still irritated enough to want it. I’d never actually turned to casual sex to solve anything before, but there was a first time for everything.
    Keith brought over two bottles of water and stripped off his blue button-up shirt to reveal a white tank underneath. I watched him and admired his athletic body. He dropped beside me on the leather sofa and leaned in. I took a long sip as he kissed my neck. My hand shook, and I spilled some. “I’m so sorry,” I said as he told me not to worry and sucked my skin between his lips. The water hit my thin shirt, and I felt my nipples harden as the cold water washed over my chest and through my white lace bra.
    “So hot,” Keith murmured. His hand slipped over one of my breasts and cupped it before he kissed my lips. I moaned and arched my back. He squeezed harder and we made out like a couple of teenagers. I ripped his tank top off before he lifted my shirt and kissed down my body, pushing me back on the couch.
    Keith was confident but not arrogant, and I felt him wait to see if I was comfortable with everything that he did. His hands were slow, figuring out what made me tick and doing all of that well before he lifted me and carried me to his bed in just my white panties. He took a nipple between his lips and sucked as I moaned. He was good, and I was angry when I closed my eyes and pictured Justin doing this to me. “Are you a man whore?” I asked him as I pictured what was going on in another bedroom somewhere else in town.
    “I had some fun when I started playing, but I’m thirty now…more selective,” Keith told me and kissed down my stomach. “I’d like to see you again after tonight, Jen.”
    His words left my head instantly. He lowered my panties and started kissing up my inner thighs. I was lost in his hot breath when he parted my folds and I begged him to lick me. Keith buried his face between my legs and started licking and sucking in perfect intervals. I rocked against him to find my release. I came with a loud cry and dragged my hands through his hair as he grunted and sucked on my swollen clit. “Baby, you feel so good when you come.” He pulled away and moved up to kiss me. I ate my taste off of his lips and his hard cock teased my entrance.
    “Condom,” I murmured and he moved to find his wallet in his jeans on the floor. He ripped something open, and I spread my legs for him to move between them and slide into me with a slow thrust. “Oh, God.”
    “Tight…so good,” he said, moving back and inside again. We were slapping together in a rough rhythm until I was coming again