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“You still doing Dunn Deliveries?” she asks.

“Sure am,” I answer. “Did you get into UCLA?”

“I didn’t end up applying,” she says.

I bag my extinguisher as quickly as I can, and I head for the exit.

“Take care, Katie,” I say.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks.

I smirk, unsure of what provoked that question. “No.”

“Huh,” she says as if she didn’t believe me. “I thought maybe you had one.”

“I don’t. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I’m seeing someone, actually. His name is Sal. He’s really funny. You’d probably like him.”

“I’m sure I would,” I say, refusing to play her game.

“I hope you find someone good,” she says.

“Katie, I’m not really looking at the moment to tell you the truth.”

“What’s new?” She scoffs.

“But,” I persist. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you like being with. I’m just going with the flow and hoping I’ll find my way. You never know what’s coming for you. Take care, Katie.”

I head back to my house, feeling safer and more secure with my fresh extinguishers, and content with the idea of resting easy during the next many cold nights.

25

Jillian

Iwake up on Saturday morning—hot, bothered, and unable to go through my day unless I do something about it.

My robust and sexy mountain man starred in a dirty dream of mine. It wasn’t a replay of the suite we performed together a few weeks prior; in fact, we were up in the mountains. In the dream, we were naked and in a forest—dirty, ravaged, and rolling through the grass as we conducted a new suite.

I check my phone, worried that I’ve slept the day away. I’ve been absentminded and forgot to set an alarm.

Luckily, I wake up in time. And as it turns out, I have minutes to spare:

“Shoot starts at 11, not 10” a text from Emma reads.

“Awesome,” I say happily to myself. “I have time to think about my dream.”

Sadly, when I’d awakened, it was right at the point in the dream when I was about to climax. I was on top of him in the forest, and I was riding him while he pulled my hair and played with my breasts. I gasped, feeling the climax approaching. Then, I could see the morning light, and my fantasy was gone.

I’ve thought of Mason every day since we parted ways. In the three weeks since our night together, I have been picked up by K-Plus, and Christina ended up signing as my agent. I am getting modeling shoots at least twice a week, and I am expecting the workload to increase. I found an apartment that I love—it was close to work, less than a mile from Emma’s place, and I am near so many great things. I can walk down the sidewalk and find whatever I am looking for.

Yet, through all of these amazing things, the one constant that remains is Mason. When I’m not dreaming of him, I think of him and what I want us to do next. Ideally, he will take me to his house in the mountains and fuck me in the forest. I want to feel his big boner drilling into me as I ride him, screaming loud enough for all the trees in California to hear me.

I grab a small vibrator from my box of toys under my bed. I put the vibrator firmly against my clit, rubbing it up and down, causing the toy to get wet. It becomes even wetter after I begin to stick all of my fingers in and out of my wet cunt during the masturbation. I want my fingers to be his.

I am thinking about what I want to do to Mason the whole time I pleasure myself. Just to fuck him again at all would be a gift. He was, quite possibly, the best lover I’ve ever had. He is certainly the most attractive lover I’ve ever had, and he definitely has the biggest dick. Plus, he doesn’t just have length and width. He really knows what he is doing with it, and he knows exactly how to make a woman scream louder than she’s ever screamed in her life. I never thought men like him existed, but he is real.

I imagine hearing my screams echoing through the mountains while I hear his intense, carnal growling in my ear. I want him to be rough and to come at me hard. I imagine him playing with my clit as he takes me from behind, spreading me wider with each inch of his dick I take.