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Our eyes met and I inhaled and the sound was so loud, even over the kitties chomping down their dinner and fussing at each other.

“I don’t feel like being alone tonight either.”

She leaned toward me, pushing forward until she was almost on her hands and knees facing me.

“That makes two of us.”

I had a second to brace myself before she pressed her lips to mine. For a second, I didn’t know what to do, and then it was like my lust furnace kicked on and I remembered what kissing was, and what I was supposed to be doing. I gasped, and she took the invitation to push closer, to slip her tongue in my mouth and I had a shock of memory of the first time we had kissed, and she’d done the same. The past and the present, layering on top of each other.

My hand reached for her face, to bring her closer to me. Echo pressed me back, until I was lying against the arm of the couch and her body covered mine. I stretched out under her and the contact lit up every nerve in my body, even though we still had layers of clothes to keep us apart. For now.

The kiss had only been sweet and kind in the first few seconds, and then it had turned into something desperate and feral, driving us both more and more wild.

Now was the time for the tearing of clothes, for the searching for hidden skin, for the desire to ignite and consume both of us.

Our mouths parted, but only so we could attempt to undress each other at the same time.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I whined, as my fingers tried to get her naked all at once.

“It’s a lot easier to yank off a cheer bra and shorts, isn’t it?”

The last time we’d done this, we’d definitely been wearing far less clothing.

Echo took both of my hands that were struggling with her buttons and hems and held them.

“Let me do it.” Her hips straddled mine and she sat up, pressing her hips into me so hard that I saw stars. Echo pulled her shirt over her head and then undid her bra.

“Are your tits bigger?” I asked. They definitely looked bigger than I remembered.

“I had them done. You like?” She looked down at me as I gazed her perfect chest.

“Very much.”

“You can even touch them if you want.” I did want, so I reached up and squeezed one. Echo threw her head back and moaned.

“Mmmm,” I said. I probably could have spent the entire night just messing with them, teasing her nipples, and re-learning every inch of her magnificent body.

I made a disappointed sound when she stood up.

“Hold on, I’m coming back. Why don’t you take something off? It’s only fair.”

I sat up and removed my shirt and bra.

“Just like I remembered,” she said, running one hand up my belly to cup one of my breasts. It felt good, but it would feel better if she would hurry up and take her pants off. There was a time limit on tonight and I didn’t want either of us to lose our nerve.

Echo got her pants off, and stood next to the couch looking down at me in all her naked glory.

“Fucking hell,” I said.

She laughed and then did a pose like she was in a fitness competition, flexing for me as she turned around and then flexed her ass. Unable to resist, I raised my hand and spanked it. She yelped a little bit, but giggled and turned back around.

“See? I remember what you like.”

“I’ve learned a few things in ten years, Kiri.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Have you now? Why don’t you show me?”

“What’s the password?” That was what she’d said that first night, and I remembered the answer. It didn’t require a verbal answer, but a removal of clothing.