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with a little difficulty. I immediately put Lori on her feet next to me and hover over my aunt, who won’t take my outstretched hand, but won’t begrudge how I shadow her to make sure she doesn’t fall.
    Lori follows us into the house.
    I hate that Susan doesn’t seem to be getting around like she used to. When Mama and I first came to live with her, she had the energy of women half her age. Now she moves a little slower, she holds onto furniture to stabilize herself and often overexerts herself with simple tasks like cooking dinner or doing the laundry, though she’d beat you black and blue with her yardstick if you dared to take over. “You need some help to your room?” I ask, knowing she wouldn’t ask for it even if she needed it.
    She brushes me off with an impatient wave of her hand. “I can still see myself to bed, thank you very much.” She stops only to kiss me, and I can feel her tremble from the effort it took to walk a few measly feet. I know that she had pushed herself too hard today. Instantly I feel guilty.
    “Giovanni. Mi amore ,” she says as she caresses my face with both hands. “Happy birthday, beautiful boy.”
    We watch her leave the room, heading for her downstairs bedroom. The door closes behind her before either Lori or I say anything. Lori breaks the silence as she wedges herself back into my arms. “She loves you,” she says as she runs her fingers through my long hair.
    “More than anyone has or will,” I reply softly.
    She tightens her hold around my neck. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
    My eyes meet hers. I love how they shine like sapphires in the dim amber light of the hallway. “Baby,” I say as I reach for another kiss. Her mouth opens under mine eagerly, which only makes me hungrier for more. I lift her easily into his arms and carry her up the narrow stairs to my bedroom.
    She has pushed my shirt from my shoulders before I have a chance to close the door behind us. We land together on the bed, tearing away each piece of fabric in the way of our curious fingers. God, how I love it when she touches me. Her soft skin feels like a feather brushing across my nerve endings. Lori wasn’t the first girl I had been with, not by a long shot. But she is the first one I’d ever worked up to. Not to toot my own horn, but finding a romantic partner had always been a bit like shooting fish in a barrel. I’d always had confidence to go after what I wanted, and girls seem to respond to that. Not Lori. I had to try harder with her. Lines didn’t work. The flirting, the smirking, the innuendo didn’t work. Instead I had to learn how to be a patient, respectful gentleman. A good Catholic boy. I had to open doors, say please and thank you, talk about the future, talk about my feelings… and listen to hers.
    That somehow made the grand prize more appealing.
    Needless to say I had fucked plenty by the time I was twenty-six years old. But I had only really made love to one woman, and she is the one beneath me on my tiny single bed.
    She wears a blue dress, and I know that is no accident. I easily turn her over onto her tummy to pull down the zipper with my teeth. She giggles as my hair brushes against her back. I watch goose bumps rise along her spine. I kiss my way down the sexy line of her back to the gentle swell of her ass. She trembles beneath me. I’m instantly hard as I hear her breath catch as I hover over her, my breath hot against her satin panties. “Time for dessert,” I say as I loop my thumbs on either side of her underwear and peel them from her body.
    I turn her onto her back and spread her legs. Her thighs quiver as I snake my tongue up the delicate expanse of flesh. She arches her back and moans as I dive in between her legs. I love to make a woman come. It’s brilliant, like a ray of sunlight shining through every single facet of a diamond all at once. They are never more beautiful, and never more themselves, until they finally let go of each and every inhibition