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  He had to squeeze his erection again. It occurred to him though, nobody ever would love her the way he did. Could a girl sense something like that? Could she know there was a difference? Did they all fall for the big muscular guys? Did they all enter into relationships that ended badly, hook up with dudes who treated them like shit, even when good guys were all around? Could it be possible they would survive a break? Could they survive a gap in time where she did all the things she wanted to do and yet they would come together in the end and be restored? Highly unlikely. He sighed heavily.

  Taylor’s marshmallows were roasted, and as she went to sit down, Colt gripped her waist and pulled her to sit in his lap. It got her laughing, and she collapsed, her back falling against his chest and her head on his shoulder. She giggled and looked in his eyes now and Harrison had to press his cheeks. New tears came. She had two marshmallows on the prong, and she took one now, plucked it free from the tine and moved it slowly like a mother sending an airplane to a baby’s mouth. Colt opened, and she plopped it in. He ate it. She watched him. She put the fork to her mouth with her perfect teeth, plucked the remaining roasted marshmallow into her mouth.

  Colt whispered something in her ear, and Taylor’s eyes went wide. She covered her mouth now while she chewed and held his gaze. He whispered something else. She looked around the ring of friends, expression forlorn. She returned, leaned back and cupped her hand to his ear and whispered something to him. He nodded, whispered something to her.

  Taylor got off his lap and sat next to him. She poked the metal fork into the ash near the base of the fire, wiped at her face, looked around covertly. Now she stood, walked around behind Cisco, doubled back around behind Care Bear and disappeared into the dark.

  Harrison stared after her, looking to see where she went. A minute later he saw a figure moving on the steps again. Last time he’d seen her there she was summoning her friends to help her cry it out, now she was walking with grim determination, moving between the barbecues, then she was gone, disappearing beneath the edge of the roof where he couldn’t see her anymore.

  When his eyes returned to the fire, he could see Colt looking around surreptitiously, too. He spotted KC, watched him. KC was standing behind Mikey, talking to hand job Stevie. They weren’t paying him attention at all.

  Colt stretched, looked around again, stood and stepped away from the fire. He went down the slope toward the beach and a minute later he saw Colt heading up the stairs and going into the house, using the same path Taylor had taken.

  “Holy shit,” he sighed, and gripped the hair above his ears on either side of his head. He pulled, held his tangled locks in his greasy grip, pulled his fists away and beat at his temples again and again.

  It was unreal. This night’s torture was never going to end. This was never going to be over.

  He felt the tears come again, and before he knew it he was up and crouching, moving like Spider-Man—just how he used to think back when he would creep around this roof after reading comic books on the beach and try to spy on Taylor while she undressed. This was old action. This was sneaky Harrison, and he knew exactly what he was doing. In a low, hunkering crawl, he stealthily made his way past the bedroom windows where Riley’s room was, past the next room’s dormer window, slowing as he came near Taylor’s ...

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  Taylor closed the bedroom door behind her, kicked off her Birks. In bare feet, she pranced around her room, trying to be quiet but moving as quick as she could without making noise. She leapt to her dresser, untangled her ponytail, picked up her hairbrush and began stroking at her hair then came bounding right to Harrison watching through the window.

  He gulped air, almost fell backward. Yeah, he could just tumble backward now and die. Go ass over head and fall down splat somewhere below near the barbecues.

  He put a hand up to balance himself. He went lightheaded and dizzy suddenly. She was right directly in front of him but couldn’t see him because the window showed only her own reflection to her.

  As Taylor grabbed the window’s crank and spun it around madly, he shunted to the side. The window scissored outward. If the light that spilled from her window touched him now it would show off that he was there. He waited a long, endless beat before she would spot him and scream, but she didn’t even look outside.

  Brush still stroking through her hair, she hopped around, grabbed up Harrison’s red T-shirt off the floor, tossed the brush away. The shirt was draped carefully over the shade of the bedside lamp. She reached under and flicked it on. The room glowed in bright pink. Then she was prancing again, over to the door and clicking off the room light. Now her room was dim and scarlet and ambient.

  Another shirt was snatched off the floor, and she shoved it down the front of her bikini bottoms. She had a thumb hooked in the front of them, giving herself room to wipe at herself. She swiped and swiped, flipped the shirt over and swiped again. Shirt dropped to the floor, she kicked it under the bed.

  She looked expectantly at the door to the room, one more thing occurred to her and she sidestepped quickly; there was a bottle of perfume on the dresser, she took the lid off, spritzed her wrists, set it back down then rubbed circles on her tummy and below her navel. As the door opened, she was fluffing her hair out with raking fingers. Colt was in her room now.

  He came in, full of swagger, but looking around, too, a little nervous—aware this could be trouble. This girl had a boyfriend. This girl had a protective older brother. He should not be doing this. She should not be doing this. Door closed behind Colt now, Harrison crawled nearer the window and moved around the scissored out glass. The light coming from the table lamp was dim and red, and he held out a hand to see if it would light him. It did, but just barely. Harrison watched from the windowsill as Colt came in Taylor’s room and she moved around flirtatiously.

  Near the foot of her bed, Colt looked around again, said, “Last time I saw you in here, you didn’t have your top on.”

  She said, “You didn’t knock.”

  “I’m glad I didn’t,” he said and stepped toward her.

  Head falling back, she eyed him through narrow slits. She smiled. His muscular hands came together in the center of her chest and he undid one of the buttons. Harrison clutched his erection through his pants. He didn’t even have the right to stop this anymore. They weren’t even going out. Were they? Did they even break up? He couldn’t even remember what was said—only knew it was bad. Only knew she had hurt him more profoundly than anybody ever had. And yet, he loved her still. So much. He knew it. That’s why he was hard. Because he loved her.

  Were they on a break? Maybe they were. It was all a fast-paced blur. None of it mattered anyway. His girlfriend was willing to have her shirt opened by this handsome older college guy. It was his shirt anyway, wasn’t it? She wore it proudly. Wore it proudly all night right in front of you, you dumbass.

  When Colt had it open, he pulled her close to him, making her head tilt back. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled again.

  Then he was peeling the shirt back, going first over one shoulder then the next, letting it fall down her back and onto the floor. He put a big hand on her waist, starting on her ribs and sliding around, swirling on her lower back and down, grabbing an ass cheek. She bit her lower lip.

  “Oh God,” Harrison sighed silently, his hand letting his erection go and clutching at his chest now. It was overwhelming. He hated it and yet he loved it, too. He wanted this. He wanted her to do this. It was bewildering. He felt like nothing but he felt like everything at the same time. It was intoxicating.

  Colt’s other hand held the back of her neck, tugging lightly at her hair to tilt her chin up. He smiled, letting her wait for his kiss. Taylor wanted it. Her tongue darted out and licked at her lower lip. She smiled again, then the smile faded, and she closed her eyes. Colt kissed her. Pressed his lips to hers, kissed her sweetly at first, then gripped her neck tighter and Taylor ran out her tongue and he took it.

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With his hands on her narrow waist, Colt turned Taylor around so her back was to her bed, kissing her lips while he did. He eased her backward, and she stepped until her legs touched the bed. It sat her down on it and his kiss followed her along, their lips never leaving each other’s.

  Taylor lay back on the bed, finally letting her lips plop free from his. She scooted rearward, and he climbed on to the bed and lay next to her. Now their heads were on the pillow together just underneath Harrison. He could reach in over the sill and stroke her hair. They made out, side-by-side but with Colt’s face over top of hers, her hand stroking the bulging muscles of his arm.

  When her knee came up overtop his thigh, he stuck his leg in between hers and rolled on top of her. Now he was over her and Taylor’s hands went immediately to his ass. She fondled him, tugged at the cotton of his shorts, felt his rump and grabbed at his pockets, tugged at the loops of his belt. They hung low on his waist and Harrison could see the waistband of his underwear.

  They ground their pelvises against each other, their lips making popping, smacking noises. Taylor writhed underneath him, and the muscles in his arms bulged and flexed. His hand came up to touch her shoulder. He kissed her, drew away, she smiled, he suckled her mouth again while his fingers slipped under the strap of her bikini bra, slid down to peel the tiny cup back and expose her soft brown nipple. He kissed his way to it, took it in his mouth. The whole while his hips were humping his cock against her. She was humping back against him, too.

  As Colt took her hardening bud into his mouth, she moaned and her head tilted back. Harrison could see her mouth open, her white teeth and her pale pink tongue pressing down. Her hands were moving again, down to Colt’s narrow waist, squeezing the muscles of his hard ass. Her long, thin brown legs worked slowly up and down, tangled in a scissor with Colt’s. Harrison watched her bare feet, saw her coral-painted toes flex to points.

  Taylor’s hands took the hem of his T-shirt, began to work it upward. She said, “Let me see your body.”

  Colt raised up, kneeled over top of her and did what he was asked. He peeled his shirt up, the red lamp light casting upward on him, showing all the ripples, ridges, and bulges of his hard body. His chest was broad and his shoulders huge, his biceps were thick and round. Then he was overtop of her as Taylor made cooing sounds, loving what she saw. Her hands went over his bare sides, squeezing on his muscles, his wide lats, touching him. She moaned ecstatically while he suckled her neck then took her lips again.

  Harrison watched Taylor’s pretty feet as she writhed underneath Colt. Her legs were so long her toes almost touched the footboard. She brought a knee up, hooked an ankle around his waist. Her right hand tugged at his shorts, pulling them down his rump and exposing more of his blue underwear. She pulled on them harder, grabbing his shorts leg and pushing them down. She was so enthusiastic it was driving Harrison mad.

  Colt’s right hand slipped down her body and cupped her pussy over her bikini bottoms. He squeezed it. She cried out. Her hands were swooping circles over his back, the right hand slipping now underneath his underwear, pushing back the bright blue cotton and exposing one perfectly round, hard ass cheek. Colt pumped his crotch against her pussy, his hand down there, too, and she brought a knee up to let him get better access to her sex.

  Colt raised up over top of her on one arm, and she looked his chest and stomach over, said, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  Colt’s hand pushed a middle finger over top of her turquoise bikini bottom and stroked the crease of her pussy and it made Taylor’s legs shake. He raised up, kneeling astride one of her legs and began to untie the knot on the hip of her bikini bottom. Then he got between her legs, Taylor moaning and watching his hands work at baring her sex to him, her legs spread out on either side of his hips but her knees pressed together, like she was hiding the sight of her pussy from him.

  He took the stringy bikini bottom and pulled it free, slipping it down one of her long legs that she raised up for him and he tossed it to the floor. Taylor did a little sit-up and put her hands behind her back, untied her bikini bra and Colt grabbed it in the middle then flung it free. Now she was totally naked in front of him. He was shirtless with his shorts on. She said, “Let me see it.”

  He touched his waistband, tugged up where she’d pushed it down, said, “You’ve been curious, saying that shit in front of your boyfriend. You’re bad.”

  She put her hands over her face as if she was shy. The arches of her feet stroked up and down the bed on the outside of his thighs, her knees still together—though the way she was curled, he must have still been able to see her pussy.

  He got off her, stood next to the bed now, one side of his shorts fallen back down. He watched her face as she waited to see what he had between his legs revealed. The zipper was drawn down, the button undone; he let them drop.

  The bright blue underpants he wore were humped out, that big thing he had in there straining against the material. Taylor made a funny sigh looking at it. “You’re so hot,” she whispered.

  The guy was unbelievably beautiful. Flat stomach with ridged abs, chiseled hips, a thin waist; stacks of muscles that ran up his middle and a broad, rounded chest like a young gymnast; shoulders like cantaloupes, veins running through them and down his arms. It was no wonder she was doing this. If she could have this why wouldn’t she take it?

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  Colt tucked his fingers into his underpants, pulled down the front and his cock fell out and bounced. He wasn’t fully hard, but he was halfway there. It was huge. Under his naval a thin strip of curly hair ran until it bundled in a tangle of thick brownish pubic hair. Underneath that, his huge penis dangled, lifting outward slightly but curving down. The glans was full and flared. His testicles weren’t tightened from cold water like they’d seen earlier today and they hung more loosely.

  He let Taylor admire it for a moment—her sitting up, looking like she would reach out to touch it—then jumped to join her on the bed, big dick slapping between his legs. He fell over her to land on his back on the side nearest the wall.

  Taylor scooted down the bed and he opened his legs. She got in between them, crouching on her knees and examining his manhood up close. It had flopped up to lay on his belly. With the tips of her fingers, she caressed the underside, bringing her finger to touch the tip and run a little circle around his urethra. He groaned and flexed his stomach muscles and she made an appreciative sound.

  She kissed at the inside of his thighs; first the left, then the right. She kissed his scrotum. Ran out her tongue and drew slippery circles on his hairy balls. They drew up tight into a big brown bunch. She kissed them, took the tip of her tongue and ran along the underside of his cock, her hand sweeping up his muscular thigh to take it, hold it and run her thumb on it. Then with her eyes on his, she pointed it upward, gripped the base and opened her mouth. She tapped it against her protruding tongue, eyes closed, before she sunk it past her lips and sucked him.

  He groaned again, put his head back, the feel of her tongue making him crazy. His hand reached down, huge muscular forearm bulging with blades of muscle, thin leather cords dangling from his wrist. He gripped her hair and caressed the side of her face. She bobbed on him, her hand stroking.

  She came off with a wet smack and smiled. “It’s so big.”

  “You like it?”

  “It’s so big I can’t believe it,” she said and put two hands on it now. There was still room for a third hand. She stroked two hands together and watched him in her grip, then her mouth was on it again, sucking, breathing heavy through her nose while she went up and down.

  The action was hidden from Harrison now, her hair had tumbled forward and blocked the way her mouth wrapped around his cock. Just her head bobbing up and down, her glossy hair billowing in and out, settling in silky chestnut folds against the muscles of his stomach. Colt palmed the back of her head while she sucked him.

  It went on for a long time, then she got up on her knees, smiling, grabbing at her hair and tossing
it around. Her lips were puffy and her mouth shone wetly with saliva. She stroked him, jerked him, said, “That is the biggest dick ever.” He laughed, took her wrist and pulled her forward so she fell face down on elbows and knees next to him with her butt sticking up in the air and he spanked a butt cheek and she laughed.

  Taylor straddled him, getting over his hips, completely naked, her nipples like hard bolts. She adjusted herself and Colt sat up, his hand going between her legs, thumb digging into her mound while he stroked fingers across her pussy. Two fingers sunk inside her and began to shake. She cried out and put her chin to the ceiling. When she looked down, she cupped his neck and said it again: “You are so fucking sexy. Your body is unbelievable.”

  She leaned closer, he suckled on her nipple while still fingering her. She caressed his neck and his shoulder muscles.

  Colt’s head lay on the pillow right underneath Harrison, cock hard now, up past his belly button, and he put his hands up to pull his hair back from his face while Taylor admired him. She moved a little higher, looking to get the right angle so he could go inside. Then she paused, her expression falling to a troubled look.

  He said, “What’s wrong?”

  She said, “I only have regular size condoms.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Is that okay? Do you need bigger ones?”

  “It’s fine,” he said.

  She said, “You won’t break the condom or anything?”

  He said, “I thought you said you were on the pill?”

  She smiled, her eyes moving around as she considered it. Harrison thought No—not without a condom. But she was on the pill, she wouldn’t get pregnant. But that was his pussy, it was meant only for him ...