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Not just over the top, but over the rainbow, times two. Oh
my, D. I have nothing left for you. I

m sorry. I

m spent. I can

t move.


I

m good. Let

s just lay here so I can bask in your after glow, your
sweat, your juices. Girl, you have soaked the sheets. Lay still, I

m going to get a picture.
You

ve
brought new meaning to the words, wet spot.


There will be no pictures taken, period. Now bring me a
towel, preferably dry. Tonight,

I
stammered, pointing to where I was laying,
 

this
my friend is your side!

Chapter 17

W
aking
in a reversed spoon position sometime after daylight, I felt two perky breasts
rubbing my back while a very determined hand massaged me to life. “Good morning
to you, girlfriend. What’s happened to the ‘I’m not a morning person’ I went to
sleep with last night?”


She

s still here as you can readily attest trying to take care
of some unfinished business.


I haven

t brushed my teeth.

Men,
what

s with the tooth brushing? Thankfully,
I

ve heard that before and know what to
say before he leaves the bed, distracted.

I
have, so we

re good. Raise up a little, D, so I
can slide my other arm under you. You know what they say, two hands are better
than one, when we

re trying to make your little puppy
come alive.


I

m not sure, I

ve heard it quite that way
before, girlfriend, but knock yourself out.


I plan to, D,

I whispered, as my breasts made circles on his back, while
my fingers massaged both appendages hanging from his body.

Pressing
tightly into me, Vic inadvertently discovered my Achilles

Heel, my oh so sensitive neck. The moment she started
biting and kissing my neck and ears I expertly rose to the occasion.

What
a pleasant surprise
.

That
works. Mental note, neck and ears, hard in one.


What

d you say, girlfriend?


Never mind, I

ve got this.

Pulling him over onto his back, we kissed, my hands
continuing to massage.

My turn.

Straddling
his legs, I eased down to his shaft, lubricating it with my saliva in the
process. Replicating Candi

s performance perfectly. I pushed my breasts together and
sleeved him, teasing him with my tongue on each up stroke.

Give me your hands, D. Hold
me in place while I lift your hips to meet me. Excellent. You

re not going to come; you

re not going to come. Keep
telling yourself that. I have other plans for you.

Trying
to be a good student, each time I was ready to explode, I reluctantly backed
down where her hand was at the ready to clamp down on me. Through Vic

s nonverbal communication
skills the definition of eternity took on a whole new meaning. After what
seemed like the tenth time, Vic relinquished her grip and replaced it with a
slightly tighter and wetter one.

It

s all you, baby. Let

s ride!

Ha!
My body said yes, but my mind kept saying no.
I rocked and she moved to my rhythm, minute after minute,
until glistening beads of sweat formed across her brow calling on me to invoke
desperate measures.

Roll on your back, please.

Taking this new position gave me sufficient leverage to
drive deeply and forcefully, establishing a new rhythm I could use to my
advantage.

Dig your fingernails into my back, Victoria, do it now!

Pulling her legs down on each side of me created a vice,
which, when coupled with the pain of her nails in my back, took me where we
both wanted me to go, to the land of knee wobble. Stream after stream erupted
inside her until it was my turn to experience the involuntarily muscle loss in
my knees. Licking the salty sweat from her forehead, I collapsed on top of her
daring myself to move.


Are you OK, D?

I asked, just to be sure before pushing him off my chest to
breathe.


I am better now, thank you. I believe we have moved from
the superficial to the sublime in our rapidly ever expanding relationship.


Vic, I never did get a chance to ask you how your soak and
rub was yesterday with all the wrestling that

s been going on here lately.
Did you enjoy it?


It was wonderful, D. They have a stone massage that I want
to try if I ever have a chance to come back here.


Thanks to your semi-iron butt and bladder we made great
time yesterday. Would you like to hang out here another day? I

ve heard there are some
touristy places that might be fun to visit.


Sure, like what?


The Tunnels of Moose Jaw

some venue that played a part in Prohibition back in the
twenties. Rumor has it Al Capone stored liquor here at one time.


The mobster?


Yep.


You just can

t get away from it, can you, D?

What does Candi have that I don

t?


Their influence throughout history is everywhere, Vic, from
Sinatra to Capone and who knows what else we

ll find on this ride.


I wasn

t talking about that. I was talking about you and Candi.
Whatever you had with her, you still have it bad for her. Even after the video,
you

re
still holding out hope, aren

t you?


Let

s just say, I

m eternally optimistic when
it comes to people until they prove otherwise.


I give up. Two times she has screwed you or is it three? Do
me a favor, remember, until we get back you

re stuck with me. Wine me,
dine me, make me laugh and fuck me. Can you at least do that until we get you
back into the land of reality?


I

m sorry. You

re asking me questions that I don

t know how to answer. My
mind is a wasteland. I

m seriously flawed. Remember? Back to your question, I can do
those things and more. Just know, until I have come to terms with the past what
you see is what you get. That being said, make your hot rock appointment, then
we

ll
plan the rest of the day around it. We

ll have fun on the tunnel
tour. I

ll
wine you, dine you and fuck you, in that order, or some combination of the
above. Will that work, barrister?

How
am I supposed to answer that? I want in his head, as well
.

It will, for now, D,

I relented.

At least until it doesn

t.

Chapter
18

V
ictoria
scheduled her one-hour ‘hot rock’ stone massage at nine in the morning, which
gave me time to book a tour to the tunnels, and plan the rest of our day in
Moose Jaw as well as momentarily reflect on us. Completing the first one
through the net, my daydreaming mind instinctively took care of the rest of my
quiet time. I warned Vic about what sex does to casual relationships — it
screws them up royally. It’s one thing to be friends with someone, even pseudo
sexual. It’s completely another when you stick your fingers and other
appendages into another person’s pie. You can’t manage to un-stick it. What did
she say, ‘sex is power, her vagina’s a WMD ... something like that.’

I’ve yet to wrap my
head around this all too new, budding idea, professional friends with benefits.
I’ll assume that’s where we are at this moment in our relationship until one of
us yearns to go deeper, while pushing the other away. Then again, so what if
Candi screwed her ex? You’re no saint either, D — more of a slut as I’m
constantly reminded. Surely Candi would never willfully put herself in that
position for my benefit. But Joseph most certainly would — for revenge
maybe, to make a point definitely, or possibly to ensure that I stay away
because he knows as long as I’m in the picture he hasn’t got a snowball’s
chance in hell to win her back. That’s just wishful thinking on my part. D, put
it to rest. I’ve promised Vic my attention today, tomorrow and the next day. I
owe her that and more … for now.

“Wow! You look refreshed, girlfriend. Was it as good as you
look?” I asked Victoria, who came bouncing into the room, sporting a satisfied
glow.

“It was wonderful and soothing. It’s amazing what warm
stones do to your body, D, especially when they take them on and off
repeatedly. You should try it sometime.”

“I’ll add that to my bucket list. I’m cognizant of what hot
rocks do coming ... off ... thanks to you. Does that count?”

“Noooooo ... then again, maybe it does for you, being male
and all,” I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Made you laugh, check. I’m working on your list. See? We’re
booked for a tunnel tour at noon. Then a late lunch to be followed up
with—”

“I’m in charge of that one.” Good to know sex is still on
his bucket list.

“You didn’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Doesn’t matter, I know what I’m going to do, regardless.
You’re a new toy, D, that I can’t seem to get enough of.”

“I wear out easy.”

“I’ll be gentle and slow. I learned early on to respect my
elders.”

“That’s
cruel,” I replied, before grabbing Vic by the waist and turning her over my knees,
spanking her multiple times with a firm, open hand. “So how were you taught to
respect your betters, little Miss Priss?”

“Ouch, you’re hurting me. Just kidding. ... Harder! ...
Harder!
Is that the best you’ve got? Do it harder, damn you.
Harder!”

“Nope.” Pulling down her yoga pants and thong, I smacked her
hard two times on her round, freshly oiled butt cheeks, leaving a rather
distinct handprint on each before rolling her off my knees into the floor. “There,
now maybe you’ll respect your betters.”

Standing up, I rubbed my smarting cheeks, “That hurt,
Daddy.”

“It was supposed to. I thought that’s what you wanted ...
Wait ... did you say ... Daddy?”

Memories, and not the best ones, consumed me
. “It
was, it is. I’ll be good, you’ll see. Fuck me now!” I begged, quickly kicking
off my pants, before lying down seductively on the bed, my legs an open
invitation. “A quickie, D? Please? ... I’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’ll do
whatever you want. Just do me. ... Do me now.”

And for the next ten or so minutes I did, she did, we did;
while my mind went elsewhere, wondering if the skeletons in her closet were
rattling, because Pandora’s box had just been breached.

Lying beside her catching my breath, “What the hell just
happened, Vic? ‘Daddy, do me.’ Where’d that come from?”

“Now is not a good time. I’m sorry. Please, let’s not spoil
the moment. Besides, don’t we have some place to be?”

“We do. I’m not pressing you, but at some point we have to
talk.”

“I told you I’m flawed. Just think of me as damaged goods
with an appetite and an attitude.”

We dressed in silence. Thirty minutes later we were in the
Tunnels of Moose Jaw listening to colorful characters in period costumes
describe the history of the tunnels running back and forth under the city
streets. Originally, they hid Chinese immigrants who worked in sweat shops
above ground by day and slept in the tunnels at night. Then during the time of
Prohibition, the tunnels were used to smuggle alcohol, among other things, to
the states, mainly Chicago. Rumor has it that Capone was a central player
during that time, thus the Chicago connection.

I broke the silence. “ Vic, it amazes me how far people will
go to make money by spinning the rumor mill.”

“Might I remind you, lawyers do that all the time, present
company included.”

Scratching my beard, I gave it a second thought,
She just
might be onto something
. “Good point. Come on Vic, I’m hungry. There’s a
great Chinese Restaurant nearby, so says Urbanspoon.”

“Works for me, D. I just a ‘wong’ for da ride.”

“Cute, girlfriend. Cute.”

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