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my hair down, so there would only be flashes of skin as I moved,
but I hoped Will liked it. He’d spent an entire love-making session
kissing my spine on Christmas Eve. My blood heated at just the
thought of it.
    Shelley leaned on the wall and watched me
finish primping. “So, who is he?”
    “Who’s who?”
    “The new guy you’re sexing it up for.”
    “You’re fifteen. ‘Sexing it up’ should not be
in your vocabulary.”
    “Pffft, whatever. I see sluttier stuff on TV.
So? Who is he?”
    “None of your business.” I tossed the lip
gloss in my purse. “I gotta go or I’ll be late.
    “Knock him dead, Jenny.”
    I hoped so. I ran out the door and to my
car.
    ****
    I parked in front of his building at exactly
seven. My hands sweating, I took the stairs to the second level and
knocked on his door. He only made me wait a second.
    “Hey— whoa .” He looked me up and
down.
    “Happy New Year’s Eve,” I said. I almost
jumped him right there.
    The heat in his eyes promised more sinful
delights if I just said yes. He answered the door while still
buttoning his shirt, giving me a nice glimpse of skin, and his hair
was tousled in similar fashion to how I’d made it look when he went
down on me in the living room. I clenched my thighs together.
    “Come in, love. I was just about to grab my
coat.”
    I walked into his home and looked around. It
was a tiny one-bedroom with band posters taped to the walls, a
futon couch, and a kitchenette. Two guitars sat on stands in the
corner, one the acoustic I’d already heard, and one electric. A
small TV was propped up on a board stretched across two cinder
blocks. He came out of the bedroom with his leather coat.
    “Have to admit I was surprised you called
today.”
    I blushed and chewed my lip. “Wasn’t sure I
should. I mean, I don’t really do that…I mean, before I was
married--”
    “Jennifer, I don’t think you’re a slut.
    “Oh, good. Wait, did you want a slut?”
    He grinned and took my hands. “I want someone
that wants to be seen with me.”
    “Oh. Well, party, so…” What was it about him
that turned me into a babbling moron?
    “You look amazing.”
    “Thank you.”
    He kissed my cheek. “When does this party
start?”
    I inhaled his cologne. He smelled delicious.
He kissed the spot below my ear.
    “Pretty much now, but…people will arrive any
time before midnight.”
    “So, there’s no rush.” He kissed my neck.
    I tilted my head to give him further access.
“Not technically…”
    He wrapped one arm around me, his hand
landing on my bare back. The smile he showed then was entirely
wicked. “You wear this for me?”
    I nodded. “Bought it for you.”
    He moaned. “We’re not leaving right away.” He
started walking backward to the bedroom.
    “Okay.” My panties were already soaked, so
why prolong the inevitable?
    He dropped his coat on the floor and peeled
the dress off my shoulders while I undid his belt buckle. My dress
slid to the floor. Too impatient to get naked, we pushed enough
clothes out of the way to join and fell to his bed. I climbed onto
his lap, sank down on him, and sighed.
    “Missed this,” he said.
    I rolled my hips, making him moan and tighten
his grip on my thighs. “Just this?”
    His hands moved up my waist to cradle my
breasts. I gasped when he gave my nipples a little twist.
    “And these. And your smile. Come back with me
after the party.”
    I slowed down. “What for?”
    “I want to buy you breakfast in the
morning.”
    “Midnight isn’t morning.”
    “I know.”
    I could find worse uses for my time. “And
after breakfast I go home?” I needed to know if this was just a
hook-up, or…
    “Do you need to get home?”
    I shook my head. “Nope.”
    He sat up to kiss me. “Then we’ll see what
comes to mind.”
    I smiled. Good enough for now. Talking meant
we weren’t kissing, and Will’s mouth was made for kissing.
    “I could watch you bounce on my dick all
night.” Except he felt like