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“No ma’am,” I answer. “Had a scare once, but I don’t really think about having kids all that much. Hope that’s not a deal-breaker for you or something.”

“Not at all,” she assures me. “I’ve never really thought about children, to be honest. I don’t want to think aboutthatfor another five or six years, at least.”

“I’ll drink to that” I nod.

“So, you prefer a nice curvy woman over these sticks all over L.A.?” Jillian asks. “You’re a good-looking guy. You could probably hook up with an Instagram model if you wanted.”

“I prefer K-Plus models.”

Suddenly, I begin to feel Jillian’s leg rubbing against mine under the table. Her foot is gliding extremely high, slowly but surely making her way toward my lap.

“You didn’t misread our energy, by the way,” says Jillian.

We all continue our discussions amongst ourselves, carrying on while the bar only gets more crowded. As the hour approaches one, I think we all have a simultaneous urge to flee from the madness and find somewhere even more private than our now not so secluded booth in the back.

I lean in close to Jillian. My lips are centimeters from her delicate ears.

“You want to get out of here?” I ask directly into her ear.

To my surprise, she immediately agrees. She keeps nodding, smiling wider the closer her foot is getting to my rock-hard dick.

We all decideto take separate cabs back to Luke’s house. My cab arrives first, and there is no telling when Luke and Emma’s is going to pull up. However, we are all glad we made the choice we did.

Jillian and I are all over each other from the minute the cab left The Flower Garden. I give the driver the directions to the beach house, and from the moment the car is moving, so are our hands, lips, and tongues. I resist the urge to send my hand up her gaping skirt, while she has her way with my throbbing bulge throughout the entire ride.

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Jillian

I’m not sure what time it is, or where in L.A. I am, but none of that matters. All that matters is the intense pleasure whenever I feel his touch—the touch of the mysterious mountain man who had me from the moment our eyes met.

When we get into the house, we stumble a few feet over to the couch, collapse, and pick up where we left off in the cab. Finally, we have more room, more freedom for our arms and legs as our bodies become more acquainted. Our bodies are always moving, and they are ready to physically connect.

I lay on top of him; dry-humping him with each kiss I give his soft, delectable lips. He moves his hands from my back, down to my ass where he keeps his hands above my skirt. I can still feel his nimble fingers playing subtly with my ass as he squeezes it. I am ready to feel his fingers sliding into my wet pussy.

After making out fully clothed for nearly a half hour, and driving ourselves totally crazy, we see headlights approaching the house.

We try to make ourselves presentable, but it is useless to try. We all know what time it is.

Luke and Emma stumble in together, whispering and snickering with each other. It takes them a few seconds to realize that we are sitting on the couch.

“Hey!” shouts Emma. “You guys did make it back. Hi!”

“What’s up?” Mason chuckles.

“Don’t ejaculate on my couch, fool,” Luke says. “Get a room!”

“Fuck you,” says Mason. “I like this couch.”

Luke escorts Emma to his bedroom, whispering and giggling all the way. Once we hear their door close, Mason gets to his feet.

“Take my hand,” Mason commands as he offers his hand to me. I take it, and he helps me up.

“We’re not getting any cum on Luke’s furniture,” I say. “We’re going to get it all inside me, aren’t we?”

“Uh, fuck yeah,” he says. “I just hope you can take all of me.”

“I hope you can hold your cum,” I warn. “You better last longer than forty seconds.”