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The Present...

In the mornings and evenings as I sat on the bench under my window, from time to time I'd see Danny walking on the sidewalk going to or coming from the subway. Though I'd wanted to ask him how his Finals were going and take him more food, I'd honored my promise to leave him alone.

Because of my promise not to disturb Danny during his tests, I didn't know much about his family. After giving Danny thirty minutes to calm down after he'd stepped over my legs and stalked off in a snit, muttering, 'No! No, no, no, no, no, no...' after I'd suggested we take the Cosmo Sex Survey, I went and asked him to return so he could tell me what I felt I should know.

During the last hour of our train trip, I began learning the details that a girlfriend of five months should know. His older sister, Hannah, twenty-three, was training to be a bank loan officer and was the one marrying Frank. Danny had just turned twenty-one so he was almost exactly two years older than me. The next sibling was Stan at eighteen. He'd just graduated from high school. Amber was sixteen. A cheerleader and soon to be a Junior in high school, she was the last of the siblings.

His Dad was a welder and his Mom had gone back to school for a teaching degree once Amber was in school. Mom now taught in an elementary school. I could remember all that. It was when he began listing uncles, aunts, and cousins I got lost. I was the only child of two parents who'd been only children. I had great-uncles and great-aunts that I rarely saw. A huge extended family like Danny was describing was completely foreign to me.

Danny said his home was, 'in the country'. Suburbs were close by, but his home was on acres of land which had been in his family for decades. A long driveway led to a single-story house. It was what I always pictured a house 'in the country' would look like. A large wrap-around porch and acres of grass with intermittent trees. From marks in the grass, I could tell that their huge 'lawn' was cut by a mowing machine pulled by a tractor. Many cars were parked haphazardly on the grass.

Kids were running everywhere. Men and women of middle-age to old-age were sitting under a large, shady tree, raising hands and voices in greeting. All very Norman Rockwell-ish. Of course, I, as the new girlfriend, was the center of attention as soon as I exited the car.  Everyone was nodding as Danny introduced me to the people under the shade tree. It was 'Aunt This' and 'Uncle That' and 'Cousin Other' for a bit. I'm a people person with a knack for remembering names when I want to, but I was soon overwhelmed by the sheer quantity.

Then Danny's mother, Mrs Greene, surged to the front of the pack, "Oh, she's so pretty!" A quick look to see if I was wearing heels and, "You're so tall!" I got a hug and then Danny got a quick hug and a cuff to the side of his head with a scolding for not telling her he was dating such a 'beautiful girl'. Taking my arm, Mrs Greene began pulling me inside the house where the interrogation would be held.

I met Hannah. She was the spitting image of her mother with a bit of baby fat that looked to be permanent. Stan, I'd already met. Where Mom and Hannah were chubby, Amber was willowy and moved with the grace of a dancer. Slender with small breasts, Amber was a natural beauty with a brilliant smile that captured your eyes.  I was introduced to a plethora of new people whose names I forgot almost immediately. I got the feeling that Mrs. Greene would have been pleased to introduce any girl as Danny's girlfriend. He really hadn't dated much, I guessed.

I got the expected appraising looks from the women. There was envy in some eyes at my height and slender build, but I was used to that. Every part of my clothing was examined for cost, fit and color coordination. Hair and nails were noticed and mentally voted on. I think I passed the test, especially with Mrs Greene exclaiming over and over, 'Look how tall and pretty Danny's girlfriend is,' to every newcomer. Then the interrogation disguised as conversation commenced. Where did we meet? When? How long have we been dating? Amber was the most direct questioner with all the tact a sixteen year old doesn't have. Amber drew the line at outright asking how much money I had in the bank, but that was about it.

Mrs Greene drew me aside and hesitantly brought up sleeping arrangements. She didn't come right out and ask if Danny and I enjoyed sex together, but knowing how long Danny and I had been dating, I guess she assumed that any couple who'd been dating that long had 'romantic interludes' as my Mom would say during Hallmark movie nights.

"Olivia, there are so many staying with us... If it's not presuming too much, I thought that you and Danny could share his room. I know how it is with young people and I'm not judging or anything..."

What the heck could I say? Lie and say I'd taken a vow of celibacy? Admit I was a fake girlfriend? Admit Danny had only asked me to come so he could show a pretty girlfriend to his family and Carolyn? His family would never believe Danny was straight after that! I tried to explain that I'd planned to stay at a hotel instead of imposing upon her hospitality, but she wouldn't hear of me spending that much money.

"You're both adults and I'm not going to judge what the two of you do in private," she said with finality. Just then Danny and Stan came walking through the door with my luggage. The hopeless look on Danny's face told me that he'd been informed where and with whom he would be spending the night with. I thought of how many beds I'd shared with men the last ten months. One more wouldn't matter... Would it?

* *

"Well, it wasn't my idea!" Danny's voice was a strained whisper. We were in his room with the door shut.

"I signed on as a fake girlfriend. Not to sleep with you," my whisper was just as quiet and strained. I'd wanted a little vacation. Have a little fun. Do a favor for my nerd. I hadn't signed up to get involved in a family drama. 

"How was I to know my Mom would be so damned progressive? She never let Frank stay over in Hannah's room and they've been engaged for almost a year!" Danny stopped and took a long cleansing breath. "Look, I'll just talk to Mom and tell her..."

"Tell her what?" I interrupted to ask, throwing my hands into the air. "We've already told everyone we've been dating for almost half-a-year! As happy as your Mother is, if you tell her now it's all just a joke! With her entire family here as witnesses? She'll go freaking ballistic! I'll be lucky to get half-way to the road before she starts shooting. You'll never hear the end of it if you live to be a hundred."

I took a long, cleansing breath and let it out. "Look, it's only for one night. Tomorrow I'll find a way to get a hotel room like I'd planned. No, scratch that. I'll have to get a hotel suite now because you'll have to come with me. You know the area. Find a hotel that has suites with two bedrooms and I'll handle everything."

"I don't have the money for a room let alone a suite!"

"I'm not asking you to pay. I've got the money. We'll get through tonight and then we'll have separate bedrooms. For right now though, I'll go talk to your Mom. I think there might be two or three people she hasn't introduced 'Danny's girlfriend' to," I said while shaking my head in wry amusement. "Danny, I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but your Mom is as bad as mine! She says girlfriend and I hear fiancee. If she starts asking for grandchildren, I'm outta here!"

I took another breath and let it out slowly. Danny had eaten something... "You can change clothes while I'm with your Mom. You've dripped Honey Mustard sauce or something on your t-shirt."

I left and headed for the kitchen. That's where I found the women folk with Mrs Greene. Pots of boiling water were on the stove with pasta cooking. A large pot of tomato-based sauce was simmering. Texas toast was being buttered and sprinkled with garlic. An easy meal to feed a crowd. In the humid heat from boiling water, I took off my blazer. Amber took it and immediately tried it on. She was five inches shorter than me with no appreciable boobs. She disappeared into it. "I guess we won't be trying on each other's clothes," she laughed while holding up an arm that had inches of empty material past her hand 

I was asking Mrs Greene if I could help with anything when Danny walked in. He was wearing a t-shirt now that looked like he'd had it since he was ten... Yep, a very faded Star Wars logo was barely readable on the front from years of being washed. No, no, no... Not acceptable at all!

"I thought you were going to change clothes, Danny," I said.

Danny looked down and picked at his t-shirt. "I did. New shirt."

"Danny, I know you wanted to be comfortable on the train. I know you're home..." Deciding to have fun and to cement myself as his girlfriend, I only had to slide forward a little to kiss Danny. Only a small kiss. Less than three seconds. Pulling back, I continued, "But, I'm not going to be introduced to your friends and family by someone who's dressed like a ten year old child."

Danny stood motionless. Speechless. Amber wasn't speechless as she blurted, "Oh, I like her!"

Unable to argue in front of his Mom, Danny slumped in defeat and left for his room to change again. The other women in the kitchen were grinning and Mrs Greene was beaming. "Olivia! You have no idea how long I've been trying to get Danny to dress better!"

"Yea, but you're not his girlfriend, Mom," Amber laughed. "Wow, Olivia! If you can get Danny to give me the keys to his car while he's in the city? You're my new BFF!"

"I'll see what I can do, Amber. But all I can promise is Danny will get a haircut tomorrow."

Friends, neighbors and family continued to filter in as the evening progressed. The remainder of the day was occupied by Danny introducing me to one person after another. We answered the same questions over and over until Danny and I had our cover story memorized and seamless.

As the sun set it became cooler but I had anticipated that and changed into my night wear, a warm woolen dress. A bonfire was lit and kept fed by the children to take the bite off the chill as stars came out. It wasn't long before people began leaving to return to their homes. That still left quite a crowd of people who would be staying at the house. No longer able to put it off, it was time to face the elephant in the house and Danny and I were soon alone in his small room.

I lay down on the bed, staking my claim to it. Danny remained standing, looking everywhere but at me. Finally he nodded and whispered, "You can have the bed and I'll sleep on the floor. I just need a sheet and a pillow." 

"It will be colder on the floor," I told Danny. In an incredible act of self-sacrifice, I stripped off the thick bedspread. I handed it and a pillow to him. Opening a suitcase I paused. "Ah, can I trust you to lie down on the floor and not peek?"

"I can't promise not to look under the bed at your feet," Danny laughed quietly and laid down on the other side of the bed.

I had no idea why I had butterflies in my stomach as I took off my dress. I was a call girl. I'd taken my clothes off for over a hundred men. Hell! Ten hours ago I was on a bed swallowing a man's cum. I couldn't even remember the client's name now!

If Danny was a client, I'd go to my knees and suck his cock without embarrassment. I'd swallow his cum without hesitation. I'd open my legs eagerly as his body moved to top me.  I'd reach to guide his cock into me when I felt it brush against my slit... And then... I shook my head hard and tried to stop thinking about what I'd let Danny do 'then'. It was still very fresh in my memory how I'd imagined it was Danny beside me this morning, watching as I'd masturbated to orgasm. His cock inside me, driving my orgasm to incredible heights. Instead, I concentrated on clothes and... "Shit! Danny?"

"I'm not peeking! I swear!"

"I know you're not. It's just," I stopped in resignation. "I don't have anything to wear."

"What? You brought clothes for everything!"

"Well, excuse the hell outta me for not anticipating I'd be sharing a bedroom with you," I whispered sarcastically. "I usually sleep in just my panties. I didn't bring anything that will double as a night shirt."

Danny was quiet except for some strangled sounds that could have been his attempt to quietly... "Danny, if you're laughing I swear to God I'll strangle you with my bra." I closed my suitcase in disgust and told him, "Oh, get up! Get me one of your t-shirts."

Danny's head appeared and stopped as his eyes cleared the mattress. "Ooooh, big deal," I told him sarcastically. "I'm in my underwear. I'm sure you've seen girls in skimpier bikinis."

"Yeah, but never in my bedroom."

"Get. Me. A. Shirt!" It was getting colder in the room. I was in my underwear and the dumbass didn't appear to want to do anything other than stare at me.

Danny went to a dresser and pulled a t-shirt out. He handed it to me and I told him to lie back down. Taking my bra off I slipped the t-shirt on. "It's tight." Trying to stretch the material, I grabbed a double handful of shirt and pulled. "Don't you have anything bigger?"

"No."

"Damn. I hate feeling constricted when I sleep."

"Well, excuse the hell outta me," Danny whispered, mimicking my words and tone. "I didn't anticipate I'd have to buy shirts to fit your big boobs."

Not wanting to admit he had a point, I kept quiet as I got into bed and pulled the sheet up to my chin. The night was getting colder and this old house didn't have central heating ducts running to the rooms. There were two fireplaces and an oil-burning heater in the floor of the hallway pumping out heat through a metal grate. Now that the bedroom door was closed they may as well have been on the moon. It was getting colder in the room and one sheet wasn't nearly enough. I pulled the sheet up more. My nose was cold!

"Danny?"

"Oh, God! We're not starting this again, are we? I'm not taking that Sex Survey!"

"I'm cold! I want to know if you have any blankets in your closet?"

"No. Wait and I'll check the hall closet. Turn your head."

"I've seen underwear before. Hurry!"

Danny kept his back to me as he rose and pulled his pants on. He had a really nice ass. I wondered if he had a hard-on. Soon he was back empty-handed.

"Every sheet and blanket is in use."

"This is not what I had planned," I grumped as Danny settled back onto the floor. "I wanted a nice, warm hotel room."

"I'd settle for a tent in the backyard," Danny grumped back. "Grass would be warmer and softer than this hardwood floor."

I scooted and poked my eyes over the edge. There was a light on a pole outside to light the yard at night. In the dim light filtering in through a window, Danny did look cold and uncomfortable as he looked up at me. I could live with the thought of Danny being cold and uncomfortable, but I wanted that thick bedspread back!

"C'mon, Danny. Get up here. We'll share the bed," I told him and patted the mattress.

Danny looked back with open-eyed amazement and then eye-narrowing suspicion. "No."

My eyes opened in amazement. No boy had ever refused to climb into a bed with me. "No?"

"No. I'm not going to let you tease me."

Just then there was a quiet tap-tap-tap on the door. Fear of being teased disappeared and in seconds the bedspread was on top of me as Danny slid under the sheet. "Yes," he answered as I pulled the  bedspread off my face. Both of us looked at the door.

"It's Amber," came a whisper through the door. "I heard you ask Mom if there was an extra blanket. I've got one I'm not using and..."

"Come in. Come in," I invited, wanting even an extra sheet if that was all she had.

Amber came in and closed the door behind her. In the dim light I saw a beautiful, thick blanket clutched in the hands of my new BFF. Danny and I sat up and the three of us began spreading it over the bed.

"I had to see it to believe it," Amber giggled. "I thought I was hallucinating when Mom let the two of you shack up!"

"We're not 'shacking up!'" 

"Danny, we're in bed together. I think that qualifies as shacking up," I told him, displaying feminine solidarity.

Amber smiled and giggled. I got the impression she did a lot of giggling. "I wonder if Mom would let one of my boyfriends..."

"Stop," Danny cut her off. "You're my sister! I don't want to think about you and... That!"

"Talk about a double-standard," Sitting on the edge of the bed, Amber talked to me while ignoring Danny. "Boys are called studs if they screw around but girls are tramps."

"I know," I replied. "That's so unfair isn't it. Girls get just as horny as..."

"Oh, God! Why," Danny asked the air. Then he looked at us, "Would the two of you have your girl talk about studs and tramps and... And being horny later, when I'm not around! Amber's my kid sister, for God's sake," Danny directed the last whisper at me.

Amber laughed and, after wishing us a good night with a sly smile, left. Danny sat up and dropped his pillow onto the floor.

"Danny," I whispered. "If you get out of bed you'll do it without a blanket." I was starting to feel warm for the first time since taking off my dress. I was ready to fight to the death for possession of the covers. "Whether you're on the floor or on the mattress we'll still be in the same room. Just lie down. I promise I'm not going to tease you."

The thought of trying to sleep on the hardwood floor without a cover decided him. With a groan, he picked up his pillow and lay down on his side with his back to me. Danny balanced on the edge of the bed as far away from me as possible. For a while the bed springs squeaked as we moved to get comfortable.

Not willing to let body heat go to waste, I turned my back to Danny and stretched my legs back until the soles of my feet met warm skin. I sighed as Danny jumped in surprise when my cold feet pressed against his calves. "Shit! Olivia!"

I couldn't help laughing softly. "Oh, be quiet. My feet are cold. It's just feet. It's not like I'm pushing my boobs against you! I just want my feet warmed up!"

Danny turned over on his side to face me and pressed my feet against his knees. A hand began massaging my feet. "They're like ice," he said, as if telling me something I didn't already know.

"Warm blood has a long way to go to get to my feet," I sighed, loving the warmth and foot massage.

I was lying on my side facing away from Danny and his hand moved over the top of my leg. My foot massage became a calve massage to my knees. "Your legs are cold, too." 

I was enjoying my leg massage as fingers moved over my shin and a thumb dug into my calve muscle to stimulate circulation. Danny's hand made the turn at my knees to rub my lower thigh muscles for a minute before slowly creeping over and past mid-thigh to upper-thigh... "Ah, Danny? That's a looong way from my feet."

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

I relaxed, or tried to, enjoying the hand moving over my skin. Fingers massaged my posterior muscles while that magic thumb manipulated anterior muscles. I was wondering how far Danny would go. He continued to run his hand up and back, up and back the length of my legs each time moving just a little closer to my hips. Butterflies in my stomach began doing loop-da-loops. Just when I was wondering if his hand would slip to my ass or dip forwards to between my legs, his hand left my thigh and slowly moved up my hip. Gliding over the slick, side material of my panties his hand captured the high ground of the bony protuberance of my hip bone.

On the outside of my shirt, his hand left my hip to slide down the long slope to rest on my waist. I had my eyes closed, trying to breath regularly while waiting to see what other liberties Danny might take next. His hesitant hand movements seemed ready to stop at my slightest negative word... So different from men who'd paid for me. Their hands never felt like this. Their hands moved over me as if they owned my body. Which, of course, they did for two hours. My stomach muscles fluttered and my breath caught as Danny's hand moved down and over my flat stomach. Fingers pressed into tight muscles behind my belly button and I let myself be turned onto my back.

All of this happened in silence other than a few squeaks from rusty bedsprings. We hadn't said anything for several long minutes. I moved the arm between our bodies over my head to let Danny move closer as he propped himself up on an elbow. His hand continued to move, curling around the other side of my waist to pull me to him. In the near darkness we looked at each other. I was hoping he'd kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. I was ready for him to kiss me. He hesitated above me for so long I wondered if he'd ever kiss me!

If Danny had been a client I would have kissed him. But he wasn't and I'm old fashioned when it comes to wanting the man I'm with taking the lead. My stomach lurched as lips finally descended to meet mine. Something that had been clenched low in my abdomen, suddenly relaxed and turned to water as our lips exchanged small, short kisses.

Danny seemed ready to pull back if I changed my mind. Wrapping both arms around his shoulders I wordlessly answered his un-asked question. Both of us deepened our kiss. Our kisses lengthening and becoming more passionate. Danny had his hand resting on my stomach. Hesitating, undecided what my reaction might be if he moved to hold my breast.

When Danny's lips relaxed and opened slightly, I opened my lips and our tongues met. It was a sloppy kiss at first. But we were quickly getting the rhythm of who's tongue wanted to do what and when. I couldn't help the low moan from the depth of my throat as Danny's hand began to move on my stomach.

Butterflies were in my stomach and my heart was beating wildly as Danny deepened our kiss more when he heard me moan in approval. His hand had been making small circles over my stomach. Now it moved slowly but with purpose towards my breast. God, my breathing came in just short heavy breaths and gasps as Danny's tongue tip was run over my lips while his fingers counted each of my ribs until they touched my soft breast under his tight shirt. Danny's lips were softly touching mine as I breathed out a long appreciative, "Oooohhh" as his thumb slid over my hard nipple. Knowing I approved, his hand cupped my breast as well as it could through the tight shirt. 

My legs moved restlessly under the bed covers. Already searching for the hard body they wanted between them. Oh, God. I knew I was already wet as my pussy lips slid frictionless in juice as a thumb continued to circle my hard nipple.

Danny pulled back until our lips barely touched. Both of us breathing heavily as we shared the same air. "Olivia, I..."

"Shhhh..." I breathed as I tightened my arms and pulled his lips back to mine. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. I wanted to feel what he did! Damn... Images from my fantasy lover this morning were all mixed up with the reality of tonight as his hand tightened on my breast possessively. No longer cupping, but squeezing and fondling my breast. It was my turn to break our kiss as I whispered, "Oh, God!" when my nipple was pinched between thumb and finger.

Danny touched my cheek with his stubble rough cheek. I moved my head to expose my neck to him. I have a long neck and he wasted no time claiming the tender, responsive skin. Soft kisses and warm breath... The sensations caused my gut muscles to seize and relax in time to his kisses forcing ragged breaths through my open mouth. I closed my eyes. I wanted to just lie here and enjoy the hand fondling my breast and the soft kisses, the hot breath on my neck. My breathing was irregular pants combined with long, low moans and sharp gasps as Danny alternated between kissing and licking my neck.

Danny's hand abandoned my breast. Moving slowly under the covers it crept down my stomach. Before fingers touched my mound my legs were already opening wider. Muscles deep in my abdomen clenched tighter as Danny's hand cupped my pussy though my panties. My arms tightened around Danny and I hissed a sharp in-drawn breath as fingers began rubbing and pressing panties into my soft lips over my clit.

One thing that being a whore had taught me was I didn't need to be a passive lover. Even as Danny's hand rubbed my pussy, I began to take charge of our kiss. Biting his lip. Pulling on it. Sucking it between my lips in ways my clients seemed to enjoy. Unconsciously I was doing everything that I wanted his mouth to do between my legs. As good as my pussy rub felt, I wanted mouth and tongue and fingers... My pussy wanted, needed, to be penetrated! 

I was already anticipating taking Danny's hard cock. No, I wasn't just anticipating Danny filling me... I wanted him inside me! I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to feel his body moving on mine. I wanted to wrap my legs around him as my body absorbed his thrusts. My hips were moving under Danny's hand. Wanting him inside me. Moving on top of me. Filling me with his cum...

Danny shifted his weight as his hand moved up my panties. Fingers pushed under the top of my panties. I opened my legs wider, almost crying out to tell Danny how much I needed to feel fingers, something, inside me that my cramping pussy could clamp down on. A finger slipped between my lips and I shook as it touched my clit. My hips thrust up... And... I thrust my hips up again... I thrust my hips up a third time, not wanting to believe my ears.

Oh, shit! My eyes flew open, all thoughts of what I wanted Danny to do to my body were gone in an instant. I pushed Danny's mouth away from mine. My hand reached to clasp his wrist, halting his finger's movement further down my slit.

Oh, FUCK!!! Oh, no!... No, no, no, no, no... We can't do this! Not here! Not now! No, no, no, not now! Shit! Shit! Shit! God, noooo!... At some point my mental rejections became urgently whispered words as I tried to pull Danny's fingers away from my pussy. "... No. No, not now. We can't do this, Danny! Not here! Danny, stop... Oh, God. We can't... Stop. Please... Danny, stop! We can't! Oh, God! Don't..."

Danny was horny. It took a while for him to listen to me and pull back. To look at me in disbelief. To pull his hand from under my panties, his wet fingers leaving a trail of pussy juice on my skin. "Jesus, Olivia. What... Are you... Is this some kind of a game to you? The Let's Tease Danny Show? Do you get off on teasing me?"

"No," I interrupted him with an urgent whisper. I reached to prevent him from pulling further away. From turning his back to me."Oh, God. Danny! I want to... But not here! Not now..."

"Why!?

"Danny! Half of your family is out there. They'll hear us. I... We can't... I couldn't... Knowing they're out there listening! I can't!"

"We don't need to make noise," Danny said, trying to convince me to go all the way. I felt sorry for him. I knew he had a massive case of blue balls. Hell, I wasn't exactly comfortable because everything below my waist wanted exactly what he wanted!

To answer Danny, I thrust my hips up off the mattress a fourth time and let my ass fall. Right on cue the bedsprings squeaked. "Really? No noise?"

Danny was quiet, absorbing my 'argument'. Finally, he let out a disgusted breath and collapsed onto his back. Which caused the bedsprings to make more noise.

I propped myself up on an elbow so we could make eye contact. Putting a hand on his chest I said quietly, "Danny, I said we can't. Not now. Here..."

"I know! I heard you," Danny interrupted me. Turning onto his side to face away from me he groaned, "Why? Why do I let myself fall for this shit!?"

Did he think I'd been teasing him? Wow, Carolyn really had screwed with his head...

"Danny, turn over and look at me, dammit!" I hit him in the shoulder. I hit him again, harder. "I'm gonna keep hitting you until you turn over," I threatened.

Danny turned over but didn't say anything.

"Danny, I wasn't teasing you? I said we can't. I didn't say I don't want to!"

"So, you do want to," Danny asked.

"I want to so much I hurt!"

"I know that feeling," Danny said, maybe half believing me.

Twisting, using my stomach muscles to keep my torso off the mattress, I grasped the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Tossing the shirt on the floor, I let my weight rest back on my elbow. Danny looked at my bare tits as I took his unresisting hand and put it to my breast. Reflexively, his fingers tightened on my soft flesh.

"Yes," I answered. "I really want to."

Of all the cocks that had fucked me in the last ten months... Some, a few, I'll admit I'd wanted inside me. The few that had a larger than usual cock. I'd wanted them so I'd feel that incredible feeling as my pussy was stretched and filled. But even with those few I didn't forget that I was being paid to pleasure them by spreading my legs. Any pleasure I got from sex was always secondary to my making the client feel good.

Most of my clients, I just accepted. Oh, I made all the expected noise and movements to convince the men fucking me that I was a bitch in heat... After all, it was still enjoyable sex. But that was just it, wasn't it? What I had with my clients was sex. Paid for sex and my pleasure was always secondary to the client's. I always had to be thinking of ways to pleasure the client, not myself. Nothing I'd ever done with a client, even the few I'd wanted to fuck me, had stirred up my emotions like Danny had. Nothing had been half as enjoyable as what Danny had done to me. He'd been the first guy in a year who'd given a shit about wanting to make things enjoyable for me before taking his own enjoyment.

Danny took his hand from me and put both hands over his face and groaned, "How the hell can I go to sleep now!?"

I took his arm and put it around me as I snuggled against his side. Resting my head on his shoulder, I grinned. 

"Danny?"

He felt me chuckle and groaned in resignation but answered obediently, "Yes, Olivia?"

"Now, I'm pushing my boobs against you."

"I know. Oh, Lord! I know. I'm trying very, very hard not to think about that."

"Well, you can't accuse me of teasing you! It's not like I was the one who bought you rusty bed springs." I ran a finger through the small patch of hair on Danny's chest and continued in a softer voice, "Danny, I meant what I said about wanting to and, you know, tomorrow night we'll be alone in a hotel room..."

"That's true," he responded with in a considering voice. "No squeaky springs..."

"No family to hear us..."

Danny's arm tightened to hug me, then loosened and I felt him moving... I stopped him with my arm across his chest. "Where are you going?"

"Sleep seems to be the only thing we can do. I sleep on my side," Danny answered.

"Not tonight," I told him. "I'm snuggled. I'm comfortable. I'm warm. You're not going anywhere."

Danny sighed. He seemed to do that a lot. "Yes, Olivia."

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