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couple times, but she was cool. Pretty girls like Casey weren't usually nice. But she was.
    “Are you into all that?”
    “Into what?” I asked.
    She sat in front of me, and her hands touched my cheeks. Her lips went to mine, and I tasted the blue cocktail she'd been drinking at the club. Her tongue slid in and caressed, twirled and poked mine.
    “Girls,” she said after she pulled away.
    My underwear was wet again.
    I'd never been with a girl. I found them beautiful, but they didn't have that spicy smell and rough edge like guys did, and those were the things that turned me on. But there was something about Casey that felt safe. Safe like when I was around Eric.
    She held the bottom of my shirt and stared into my eyes. The emeralds were now sapphires. My shirt came up and over my head. She unhooked my bra, and the straps dropped off my shoulders.
    And then her lips were on my nipples, tugging them with her teeth and flicking them with her tongue. It was incredible. I didn't know if I'd feel the same way sober, looking down at a head of long, blond hair and painted fingernails, and be turned on like I was. Still, it felt incredible.
    My nipples became sore, and I gently pushed her away. She smiled, her teeth star-like, and arched her back. Her shirt was silk and melted into my fingers. I lifted it off and flung it onto the air mattress.
    At the club, her skin had swirled like soft serve, but now it flickered like fire. Red and orange flames shot from her stomach to her chest. My cold tongue started at the base of the fire, tasting her sweetness, and it warmed as I got closer to the tips of the flames.
    She moaned.
    Her nipples were smoldering rocks.
    Although I'd never been here before, I knew what I liked. I wanted to give her the same safeness she made me feel.
    I tickled and teased her boobs with my fingers. My mouth moved away from hers and landed on her neck, the spot where it dipped to her shoulder. Using a small chunk of my hair, I traced the circle around her nipple.
    She got on her knees and pushed my back to the floor, taking off my jeans and underwear.
    Her fire had spread into me.
    She knew where to touch me. The spot at the very top that wanted to be rubbed with just the pad of her finger. She didn't push too hard or soft, and she didn't tug or tap. She circled, and the faster her finger moved, the louder I got.
    Her mouth focused on my nipples. But she was softer than before, sucking just enough to give my body everything it needed to build.
    I gripped her hair and pulled. My moaning turned into a scream. And then my body rippled like an avalanche. I exhaled as the calm swept over me.
    “That was…”
    She kissed me. “Amazing,” she said.
    I was able to let go and have an amazing orgasm, like when I used my own fingers, but a girl getting me off was so weird.
    The water from the shower turned off, and the curtain screeched when Eric slid it open.
    “We should probably get dressed before he comes out,” she said.
    She helped me put on my bra, and I helped with hers, and she told me she had to go. We hugged and kissed at the door, and when she walked down the hall, she left a trail of rainbows behind her.
    Eric came out of the bathroom and asked where Casey was. I told him she had to go.
    “Damn,” he said. “I like having her around, I wish she wasn't leaving the club.”
    I liked having her around too. Actually, I wanted to hang out with her more. But only for the same reason I liked hanging out with Eric. I didn't need friends to get me off. My fingers were just fine.
    The girls I worked with weren't fun and adventurous like Casey. They were catty and made fun of overweight customers, and when they didn't get a good tip they'd re-run the credit card and tack on an extra percent or two. And then I met Renee. She looked like a rock ‘n’ roll groupie. Her voice was raspy, her hair was dreaded in sections, and she had piercings in her nose, lip, and tongue. With her smudged makeup, unmatched