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I fistlower until it nudges her opening Anticipation heats the air This is my favorite e that soon she’ll be clutchinght in withher to the hilt I fuck her slowly at first, wanting to prolong it, but each deep stroke scrambles my brain more and more, and soon the slow pace turns into a fast, relentless rhythroan with abandon But for allher from behind, this position feels too…iainsther nipples as I give an upward thrust

Her head lolls to the side, and I take advantage of it, pressingon her srant flesh as I drive my cock inside her Quick, shallow thrusts thather tits, dancing over her belly, until I find her clit and rub it with entle circles that contrast the fast strokes ofour responses, synchronizing our bodies so that we shudder in release at the sa hard fro frantically even as we coets her laptop, and we cuddle under the blanket and start thean old Jean-Claude Van Damme cheese fest that’s bound to put us in hysterics We’re only five s

She drapes across my chest to check the display, but doesn’t answer the call "It’s Ramona," she says when I offer a quizzical look "Not in the "

The phone rings again

Grace nore

I’m not sure I blame her Dean told me he ran into Ramona at the bar a few times, but I haven’t seen her since last semester And I don’t particularly want to

"She probably just wants to hang out," Grace says, then switches the phone to vibrate

She’s about to rest her head on my chest, but she barely makes contact before a loud buzz shakes the uess I should’ve picked silent instead of vibrate" She sits up again, snatches the cell, and freezes

"What’s wrong?" I try to peek at the phone

She flips it over so I can see the screen SOS is all it says Sent by--who else?--Ramona

Maybe I’m a cynical bastard, but this s, so Ramona decided to make her answer

"I have to call her back"

I s to scare you into calling--"

"She’s not" Grace’s expression is stricken "We don’t abuse the SOS Ever In all the years we’ve been friends, we’ve only SOS’d each other twice I did it when I thought I was being followed by some creep in Boston this one time, and she did it when she blacked out at a party senior year and woke up with no idea where she was This is real, Logan"

Even if I’d wanted to argue, she’s already hopping off the bed and htened Paluess that’s the appropriate response to finding out your friend is being held against her will by a bunch of thugs When she had to sneak into the bathroo her phone after she announced she wanted to leave

In the passenger side of Logan’s truck, I druhs in an anxious rhyth hi And he won’t stop barking out questions atanswers, because Ra up her phone

"What hockey players?" Logan deuys?"

"For the last tian, so please stop harassing e Neither of us knoe’ll find e reach the s, h ht there would be other people here, but it’s just the players And they won’t let iveI should crash in their room, and I don’t want to, and I don’t even have my purse with me! Just et me…and…"

At that point she’d started to cry, and fear had floodedtime I know the difference between her crocodile tears and her real ones I knohen she’s fake-panicking, or freaking the fuck out I knohat she sounds like when she’s calht now, she’s terrified

The ride into town is thick with tension My ht, my body actually feels sore by the ti is located on the outskirts of Hastings, and although it’s nowhere near as nice as the inn on Main Street, it’s not a fleabag shithole either