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Evan. "Off with your shirt!" He whips my shirt off.
Jean-Luc. "Off with your panties."
Evan has to steady me. I'm wobbly. Jean-Luc pulls my underwear down very slowly. I step out of them. I'm still wearing my skirt. It's still tucked up in the waistband. I feel the cool breeze on my ass. I'm sweating, there's a breeze; I'm exposed. I shiver; it's not from the air.
Evan comes around from in front of me. There's a moment's pause.
Evan. "Niiiiiice."
Slap.
"Whoa!" I jump.
The slap wasn't hard. In fact, it was very light, although it made a resounding sound. But it really startled me. Evan laughed. Who the hell is he?
"Sorry baby," he said in a sarcastic voice that sounded like he wasn't sorry at all. Then I felt a kiss where the smack had been.
"Ass men," I said sarcastically.
Fist in my hair. My head was yanked back.
Evan. "I don't think you should be talking."
Gulp.
"It's okay, baby," Jean-Luc said softly.
Evan let go of my hair. There's a gentle caress of my ass. I assume that's Evan.
They go back to the very first position they were in, each with an elbow against the wall. They begin the long stroke rubbing, except now I have so much bare skin, it's totally different. And Evan's hand, on the left, is getting dangerously closer to my ass crack with each stroke.
You wanted this Marcy. You wanted to eat the world. You wanted to experience everything.
I remembered something Evan said. I won't hurt you. He did say that didn't he?
I open my mouth because I'm panting.
God, I'd kill for an ice cream cone right now. That's nerves.
Fingers very lightly feather through just the top of my butt crack. I jump.
A soft voice in my right ear. "It's okay baby. You can stop at any time."
Deep growl in my left. "Like hell."
I know I'm safe. I know it. This is part of his game. And I can admit it. The contrast is...edgy. It's turning me on.
Wetter.
One big palm rubbing down my front. One hot hand on my back. Hands on my breasts. On my ass. Everywhere.
And then, the tiniest dip into the very top of my wet cleft in front at the exact same time as a finger so gently circles the rim of my hole in back.
Oh that's a lot.
And then they do more.
A cool gel in back. What is that?
But then I forget everything because Jean-Luc has found my clit and I don't know what the hell he's doing but it's—
"Auuuugggh!"
Except then I feel a slight push at the back at my asshole and I'm struck with utter, total, complete overwhelming panic. Like five alarm earthquake nuclear war hospitalize me for anxiety panic attack level panic.
"HEATHER!!!!!!!"
I hear sk**ding of shoes and then all of a sudden I feel a small, soft, cool hand touching my lower back.
"What's up?" she asked softly.
"Oh, nothing," I said calmly. "I was just wondering if you made something for dessert."
They all laugh.
"Your husband is a freaky freak freak."
"Oh really?" she said, with sarcasm so thick you could fill a chasm with it. "That's news to me. I've never heard that."
Jean-Luc had stopped touching me, but he sneakily went back to letting his fingers dip into my folds and he was stroking circles around the magic button, not touching it.
"Unh, unh," I said.
Heather started making small circles on my back.
And Evan started making small circles around the back door hole with his cool gelled finger. It was all too much, and yet suddenly it was all not enough.
"You can always stop," Jean-Luc said.
"No," I said firmly. "I want it."
Evan put a finger inside me and Jean-Luc gave me a hard stroke across my bud.
"Auuuggghhh!"
"Now that's my girl," Evan said.
"Oh God. The sensation is so new, and different, and weird, and in—"
"No talking," Evan said.
Jean-Luc slid one strong finger in my front, and Evan and Jean-Luc started withdrawing and pressing in, making me into some bizarre, fantastic version of that Chinese finger cuff game, except the dirty, sexy, awesome kind.
I was so glad for Heather's calming hand, rubbing small circles on my back again, because the sensations were intense. All of my blood, liquid, essence, hell, most of me was pooled in the bottom of my pelvis, like, well, like I don't know the hell what.
Jean-Luc kissed my ear. Licked it. Bit my ear lobe. My God. I think I can feel my heart pumping.
They were still keeping up that steady in and out, only Jean-Luc added another finger and was using his other hand to rub over the—
"Aaaaaggggghhhh!"
"You still need me here?" Heather asked.
I shook my head. I couldn't get the words out. But I think I'm good now. Beyond good. Oh God. Way beyond good.
"Ready for more, little girl?"
There's more?
I nodded.
Evan pushed two fingers into me. Ugh. Oh, that felt weird. What was he doing? Except then Jean-Luc did something in front and bit me.
Oh!
Yes. God yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Jean-Luc moved in front of me.
"Baby, look at me."
My head was so heavy. My eyelids were so heavy. I looked up at him.
"I love you, baby."
I looked at him.
I blinked.
I wanted to say it back to him but then Evan did something back there and my words were cut off.
Jean-Luc reached down and unzipped his pants.
He bit his lower lip for a second and then let it go.
"So little girl," he said in a light teasing voice, obviously making fun of Evan. "Would you like to see my cock?"
I nodded vigorously. Oh yeah.
Evan stuck three fingers in behind me. I cried out.
"I'll distract you, baby," Jean-Luc said.
He took his cock out. It was huge. That'll distract ya, all right.
Jean-Luc pumped his cock twice and put a condom on. Evan pulled his fingers out.
Jean-Luc lifted me easily and impaled me onto him.
"OH!"
"Position number three," Jean-Luc whispered in my ear. "Standing up."
"Oh God."
Jean-Luc grabbed my hips and ass and rocked me away from him and back into him.
"Oh," I moaned. "It feels so good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"I love you too. J.L. I love you, I love you, I love you. I do."
He laughed.
I felt the tip of something cool against my back door. A low growly voice in my ear. "Have any love to spare for me, sweetness?"
"Yes," I breathed.
I felt a tiny push from behind.
But then Jean-Luc took all my attention, making love to me with his whole body. The buttons of his shirt were rubbing hard against the center of my chest, his hands gripping hard on my hips and ass, his cock thrusting hard in my core.
Then I felt a hard push from behind and Evan was all the way in.
I cried out.
They both stopped.
There was a buzzing in my ears. blood flow pounding everywhere. A tightening in my lower back. I was sandwiched tight between their big bodies. It felt safe and incredibly dangerous all at once.
Still none of us moved.
The sensation of fullness was overwhelming.
They were both inside of me. And not just in my body either.
"No turning back now," Evan said from behind me.
And then they were both moving. Pulling in and out in exact synchronized rhythm. I felt their hard lengths almost touch and bump inside me, like they were connecting through me on some deep level, the three of us some deep cosmic chain. I was giving from the core.
"Unh, unh, unh." The high screaming. That was me.
Then I stopped breathing for a minute. Just stopped. And somehow that sent me into another kind of high.
Jean-Luc must have noticed, because he jostled me. I opened my mouth wide and air whoosed in, a huge rushing torrent expanding my lungs like a raging river. I looked up right into Jean-Luc's eyes and the intensity magnified our souls locking in together even more.
He kissed me even more deeply, devouring me, and then licked my lower lip.
They withdrew and slid in. A congruence of everything right in the Universe getting faster and faster. Out and in, in and out, out and in. A tingling started up my toes, burning up my legs, running, zooming, tackling, bursting every cell and turning me to stardust.
This is what Evan meant. Total domination.
They owned me.
I'd do whatever they wanted.
As long as they didn't stop.
Jean-Luc or Evan, I don't know who, snaked one hand between our bodies and worked my clit mercilessly. I threw my head back and screamed.
I came so hard, I saw stars. A million, white-light sparklers crashing into me and breaking me apart.
And putting me back together a better person.
What was it Jean-Luc said? We're better when we touch deep.
But even that didn't begin to cover it. It could feel them even more now. Pumping in and out of me. Ripples of little aftershocks were squeezing them and shaking me to my core, physically, emotionally. Psychically.
And still they didn't stop.
If anything, my orgasm set them off and they started hammering harder.
I was floating. I pink, wispy, swirl of cotton candy rushing through me everywhere, sweetening my legs, my dripping core, my nipples, my forehead, my tongue.
My hair plastered to my cheek, Jean-Luc's shoulder, probably Evan's neck, even into my mouth as I moaned.
My soul lifted out of my body and I looked down on the three of us.
We were gorgeous.
The most primal, amazing, sexy, Godlike thing I'd ever seen.
I wanted it to last forever.
I looked at Jean-Luc and realized he had a heart the size of Indiana. Bigger. And Evan was magnifying it.
Jean-Luc let out a huge shout, which must have been heard in Canada for God's sake, and came into me so hard I thought I felt it through the condom. Evan pounded into me for a few seconds more, but I had collapsed into Jean-Luc, a bag of loosely joined cells, a wet noodle so over cooked it was possible it may never be palatable for consumption again.
Evan slammed into me with a grunt and stopped. He hugged Jean-Luc and me tight.
"Touch down?" I said weakly.
They both laughed.
"Repeat?"
They both laughed again.
"Going away present?" I said. My voice came out scratchy and soft.
"How about a see you again soon present," Evan said with the care and love and trust in his voice that I had always felt.
Evan pulled out. The emptiness felt weird.
Jean-Luc very carefully pulled out and set me down. I leaned against him. I didn't know what to say.
Evan very gently brushed my stray, sweaty hairs back into place.
"You okay sweetness?"
"Better than words can possibly describe."
A soft, satisfied chuckle. I'm not sure from whom.
Gentle hands were patting down my back. Totally different from the pre-game plan stroking.
"Baby?" Jean-Luc.
"Hhhmmm?" I was in a stupor. I wasn't even sure my hearing was working totally.
"I'm not sure whether on not this is a good time to discuss this."
"Um, if it can wait, it probably should, I'm pretty wiped. You guys really know how to bore a girl into submission."
They laughed.
"Or bore a girl into submission."
More chuckles.
"So, yeah. Men, 1,000. Hearing, zero."
"All right sweet star. I have some possible ideas for going forward. But we'll talk about it later."
I had a vague thought, later when? But I was too wiped to think clearly.
I felt lips brush against my ear.
Sexy masculine voice. "I could carry you home, cradled against my chest. Little slip of a thing like you."
"Don't get cocky just 'cause you're cute and you can help Mr. Gorgeous give me the most mind-blowing sex anybody in the known world ever had." I said. "But yeah, I can't make it home on my own."
"That's my girl," Evan said.
*
We were packing my dad's SUV with the last of my stuff to take to school when Jean-Luc showed up.
I had a brief moment of panic. Oh no! I'd have to introduce him to my parents. Then I thought. So what? I had grown a lot over the summer. Enough that it was okay to introduce my fabulous boyfriend to my okay, I have to admit it, pretty cool parents.
He got out of his car.
Waited.
"Hey, mom and dad. This is my boyfriend, Jean-Luc."
My dad looked kind of nonplussed. My mom blinked.
But they recovered fast. My dad shook his hand, and my mom actually hugged him. I expected them to do the 'what do you do for a living?' and 'aren't you a little old for Marcy?' thing, but they didn't.
"Ah, do you mind if I talk to Marcy for a minute?"
"No problem," my mother said graciously.
We walked down the block a little. Toward Bevvie's house actually.
"Hey sweet star," he said sheepishly.
"Hey handsome."
"How you feeling today?"
I smiled at him. I'm pretty sure my smile could provide mega-watt light up power for half of Indiana.
"That's good," he said.
"Anyway..." he said. He seemed kind of nervous. He always struck me as super confident, hottie rock star guy. What could make him nervous? "Anyway, anyhow, I was thinking..." he toed the ground a little and stared at his shoe for a minute before looking at me.
"Well. My law firm has an Atlanta office. I asked them if I could transfer there, on a temporary basis. All my cases are national. I do most of my work by phone anyway."
My eyes peeled wide and my face lit up.
"So, if you'd be interested, I could move down to Atlanta and work from there. We wouldn't have to move in our anything. I figure you're planning on living in a dorm, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on the college experience. But I could get a place really close to the college, and if you want we could keep seeing each other. I mean, if you want."
I jumped into his arms.
He swung me around.
"Is that a yes?"
"That's a YES!"
He laughed.
"Oh my God. I never thought that would happen. I mean, I didn't even think you'd want to date me date me, being that you were..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
"I was going to say, such a handsome player and all."
"I'm not a player, Marcy."
"Well, I know that now."
"I'm just a freaky perv. But, I'm a one girl freaky perv. If you're the girl."
I smiled.
"Good thing too. If I didn't go into a sex club I might never have met you."
"It's not a sex club," I said. "It's a love club."
Jean-Luc. "Off with your panties."
Evan has to steady me. I'm wobbly. Jean-Luc pulls my underwear down very slowly. I step out of them. I'm still wearing my skirt. It's still tucked up in the waistband. I feel the cool breeze on my ass. I'm sweating, there's a breeze; I'm exposed. I shiver; it's not from the air.
Evan comes around from in front of me. There's a moment's pause.
Evan. "Niiiiiice."
Slap.
"Whoa!" I jump.
The slap wasn't hard. In fact, it was very light, although it made a resounding sound. But it really startled me. Evan laughed. Who the hell is he?
"Sorry baby," he said in a sarcastic voice that sounded like he wasn't sorry at all. Then I felt a kiss where the smack had been.
"Ass men," I said sarcastically.
Fist in my hair. My head was yanked back.
Evan. "I don't think you should be talking."
Gulp.
"It's okay, baby," Jean-Luc said softly.
Evan let go of my hair. There's a gentle caress of my ass. I assume that's Evan.
They go back to the very first position they were in, each with an elbow against the wall. They begin the long stroke rubbing, except now I have so much bare skin, it's totally different. And Evan's hand, on the left, is getting dangerously closer to my ass crack with each stroke.
You wanted this Marcy. You wanted to eat the world. You wanted to experience everything.
I remembered something Evan said. I won't hurt you. He did say that didn't he?
I open my mouth because I'm panting.
God, I'd kill for an ice cream cone right now. That's nerves.
Fingers very lightly feather through just the top of my butt crack. I jump.
A soft voice in my right ear. "It's okay baby. You can stop at any time."
Deep growl in my left. "Like hell."
I know I'm safe. I know it. This is part of his game. And I can admit it. The contrast is...edgy. It's turning me on.
Wetter.
One big palm rubbing down my front. One hot hand on my back. Hands on my breasts. On my ass. Everywhere.
And then, the tiniest dip into the very top of my wet cleft in front at the exact same time as a finger so gently circles the rim of my hole in back.
Oh that's a lot.
And then they do more.
A cool gel in back. What is that?
But then I forget everything because Jean-Luc has found my clit and I don't know what the hell he's doing but it's—
"Auuuugggh!"
Except then I feel a slight push at the back at my asshole and I'm struck with utter, total, complete overwhelming panic. Like five alarm earthquake nuclear war hospitalize me for anxiety panic attack level panic.
"HEATHER!!!!!!!"
I hear sk**ding of shoes and then all of a sudden I feel a small, soft, cool hand touching my lower back.
"What's up?" she asked softly.
"Oh, nothing," I said calmly. "I was just wondering if you made something for dessert."
They all laugh.
"Your husband is a freaky freak freak."
"Oh really?" she said, with sarcasm so thick you could fill a chasm with it. "That's news to me. I've never heard that."
Jean-Luc had stopped touching me, but he sneakily went back to letting his fingers dip into my folds and he was stroking circles around the magic button, not touching it.
"Unh, unh," I said.
Heather started making small circles on my back.
And Evan started making small circles around the back door hole with his cool gelled finger. It was all too much, and yet suddenly it was all not enough.
"You can always stop," Jean-Luc said.
"No," I said firmly. "I want it."
Evan put a finger inside me and Jean-Luc gave me a hard stroke across my bud.
"Auuuggghhh!"
"Now that's my girl," Evan said.
"Oh God. The sensation is so new, and different, and weird, and in—"
"No talking," Evan said.
Jean-Luc slid one strong finger in my front, and Evan and Jean-Luc started withdrawing and pressing in, making me into some bizarre, fantastic version of that Chinese finger cuff game, except the dirty, sexy, awesome kind.
I was so glad for Heather's calming hand, rubbing small circles on my back again, because the sensations were intense. All of my blood, liquid, essence, hell, most of me was pooled in the bottom of my pelvis, like, well, like I don't know the hell what.
Jean-Luc kissed my ear. Licked it. Bit my ear lobe. My God. I think I can feel my heart pumping.
They were still keeping up that steady in and out, only Jean-Luc added another finger and was using his other hand to rub over the—
"Aaaaaggggghhhh!"
"You still need me here?" Heather asked.
I shook my head. I couldn't get the words out. But I think I'm good now. Beyond good. Oh God. Way beyond good.
"Ready for more, little girl?"
There's more?
I nodded.
Evan pushed two fingers into me. Ugh. Oh, that felt weird. What was he doing? Except then Jean-Luc did something in front and bit me.
Oh!
Yes. God yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Jean-Luc moved in front of me.
"Baby, look at me."
My head was so heavy. My eyelids were so heavy. I looked up at him.
"I love you, baby."
I looked at him.
I blinked.
I wanted to say it back to him but then Evan did something back there and my words were cut off.
Jean-Luc reached down and unzipped his pants.
He bit his lower lip for a second and then let it go.
"So little girl," he said in a light teasing voice, obviously making fun of Evan. "Would you like to see my cock?"
I nodded vigorously. Oh yeah.
Evan stuck three fingers in behind me. I cried out.
"I'll distract you, baby," Jean-Luc said.
He took his cock out. It was huge. That'll distract ya, all right.
Jean-Luc pumped his cock twice and put a condom on. Evan pulled his fingers out.
Jean-Luc lifted me easily and impaled me onto him.
"OH!"
"Position number three," Jean-Luc whispered in my ear. "Standing up."
"Oh God."
Jean-Luc grabbed my hips and ass and rocked me away from him and back into him.
"Oh," I moaned. "It feels so good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"I love you too. J.L. I love you, I love you, I love you. I do."
He laughed.
I felt the tip of something cool against my back door. A low growly voice in my ear. "Have any love to spare for me, sweetness?"
"Yes," I breathed.
I felt a tiny push from behind.
But then Jean-Luc took all my attention, making love to me with his whole body. The buttons of his shirt were rubbing hard against the center of my chest, his hands gripping hard on my hips and ass, his cock thrusting hard in my core.
Then I felt a hard push from behind and Evan was all the way in.
I cried out.
They both stopped.
There was a buzzing in my ears. blood flow pounding everywhere. A tightening in my lower back. I was sandwiched tight between their big bodies. It felt safe and incredibly dangerous all at once.
Still none of us moved.
The sensation of fullness was overwhelming.
They were both inside of me. And not just in my body either.
"No turning back now," Evan said from behind me.
And then they were both moving. Pulling in and out in exact synchronized rhythm. I felt their hard lengths almost touch and bump inside me, like they were connecting through me on some deep level, the three of us some deep cosmic chain. I was giving from the core.
"Unh, unh, unh." The high screaming. That was me.
Then I stopped breathing for a minute. Just stopped. And somehow that sent me into another kind of high.
Jean-Luc must have noticed, because he jostled me. I opened my mouth wide and air whoosed in, a huge rushing torrent expanding my lungs like a raging river. I looked up right into Jean-Luc's eyes and the intensity magnified our souls locking in together even more.
He kissed me even more deeply, devouring me, and then licked my lower lip.
They withdrew and slid in. A congruence of everything right in the Universe getting faster and faster. Out and in, in and out, out and in. A tingling started up my toes, burning up my legs, running, zooming, tackling, bursting every cell and turning me to stardust.
This is what Evan meant. Total domination.
They owned me.
I'd do whatever they wanted.
As long as they didn't stop.
Jean-Luc or Evan, I don't know who, snaked one hand between our bodies and worked my clit mercilessly. I threw my head back and screamed.
I came so hard, I saw stars. A million, white-light sparklers crashing into me and breaking me apart.
And putting me back together a better person.
What was it Jean-Luc said? We're better when we touch deep.
But even that didn't begin to cover it. It could feel them even more now. Pumping in and out of me. Ripples of little aftershocks were squeezing them and shaking me to my core, physically, emotionally. Psychically.
And still they didn't stop.
If anything, my orgasm set them off and they started hammering harder.
I was floating. I pink, wispy, swirl of cotton candy rushing through me everywhere, sweetening my legs, my dripping core, my nipples, my forehead, my tongue.
My hair plastered to my cheek, Jean-Luc's shoulder, probably Evan's neck, even into my mouth as I moaned.
My soul lifted out of my body and I looked down on the three of us.
We were gorgeous.
The most primal, amazing, sexy, Godlike thing I'd ever seen.
I wanted it to last forever.
I looked at Jean-Luc and realized he had a heart the size of Indiana. Bigger. And Evan was magnifying it.
Jean-Luc let out a huge shout, which must have been heard in Canada for God's sake, and came into me so hard I thought I felt it through the condom. Evan pounded into me for a few seconds more, but I had collapsed into Jean-Luc, a bag of loosely joined cells, a wet noodle so over cooked it was possible it may never be palatable for consumption again.
Evan slammed into me with a grunt and stopped. He hugged Jean-Luc and me tight.
"Touch down?" I said weakly.
They both laughed.
"Repeat?"
They both laughed again.
"Going away present?" I said. My voice came out scratchy and soft.
"How about a see you again soon present," Evan said with the care and love and trust in his voice that I had always felt.
Evan pulled out. The emptiness felt weird.
Jean-Luc very carefully pulled out and set me down. I leaned against him. I didn't know what to say.
Evan very gently brushed my stray, sweaty hairs back into place.
"You okay sweetness?"
"Better than words can possibly describe."
A soft, satisfied chuckle. I'm not sure from whom.
Gentle hands were patting down my back. Totally different from the pre-game plan stroking.
"Baby?" Jean-Luc.
"Hhhmmm?" I was in a stupor. I wasn't even sure my hearing was working totally.
"I'm not sure whether on not this is a good time to discuss this."
"Um, if it can wait, it probably should, I'm pretty wiped. You guys really know how to bore a girl into submission."
They laughed.
"Or bore a girl into submission."
More chuckles.
"So, yeah. Men, 1,000. Hearing, zero."
"All right sweet star. I have some possible ideas for going forward. But we'll talk about it later."
I had a vague thought, later when? But I was too wiped to think clearly.
I felt lips brush against my ear.
Sexy masculine voice. "I could carry you home, cradled against my chest. Little slip of a thing like you."
"Don't get cocky just 'cause you're cute and you can help Mr. Gorgeous give me the most mind-blowing sex anybody in the known world ever had." I said. "But yeah, I can't make it home on my own."
"That's my girl," Evan said.
*
We were packing my dad's SUV with the last of my stuff to take to school when Jean-Luc showed up.
I had a brief moment of panic. Oh no! I'd have to introduce him to my parents. Then I thought. So what? I had grown a lot over the summer. Enough that it was okay to introduce my fabulous boyfriend to my okay, I have to admit it, pretty cool parents.
He got out of his car.
Waited.
"Hey, mom and dad. This is my boyfriend, Jean-Luc."
My dad looked kind of nonplussed. My mom blinked.
But they recovered fast. My dad shook his hand, and my mom actually hugged him. I expected them to do the 'what do you do for a living?' and 'aren't you a little old for Marcy?' thing, but they didn't.
"Ah, do you mind if I talk to Marcy for a minute?"
"No problem," my mother said graciously.
We walked down the block a little. Toward Bevvie's house actually.
"Hey sweet star," he said sheepishly.
"Hey handsome."
"How you feeling today?"
I smiled at him. I'm pretty sure my smile could provide mega-watt light up power for half of Indiana.
"That's good," he said.
"Anyway..." he said. He seemed kind of nervous. He always struck me as super confident, hottie rock star guy. What could make him nervous? "Anyway, anyhow, I was thinking..." he toed the ground a little and stared at his shoe for a minute before looking at me.
"Well. My law firm has an Atlanta office. I asked them if I could transfer there, on a temporary basis. All my cases are national. I do most of my work by phone anyway."
My eyes peeled wide and my face lit up.
"So, if you'd be interested, I could move down to Atlanta and work from there. We wouldn't have to move in our anything. I figure you're planning on living in a dorm, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on the college experience. But I could get a place really close to the college, and if you want we could keep seeing each other. I mean, if you want."
I jumped into his arms.
He swung me around.
"Is that a yes?"
"That's a YES!"
He laughed.
"Oh my God. I never thought that would happen. I mean, I didn't even think you'd want to date me date me, being that you were..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
"I was going to say, such a handsome player and all."
"I'm not a player, Marcy."
"Well, I know that now."
"I'm just a freaky perv. But, I'm a one girl freaky perv. If you're the girl."
I smiled.
"Good thing too. If I didn't go into a sex club I might never have met you."
"It's not a sex club," I said. "It's a love club."
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