There was a king sized bed, as well as a seating area with a gas fireplace. The balcony looked out over the countryside with a spectacular sunset. Clay came up behind me and started kissing my neck, sliding his hands all over me. I sighed. I knew it was wrong to be meeting him like this. To be here. But I couldn’t help it. I could not resist him. I could not resist his touch. This was inevitable. But it was the last time. Maybe that’s why it was so different. He was touching me so gently, so tenderly. I’d always wondered what the difference between fucking and making love was. Now I knew. Slowly, he undressed me. I was wearing my club uniform so it should have been quick but it wasn’t. He kissed each inch of my skin as it came into view. Then he started to touch me, tease me, like only he knew how to do. I knew I would never feel anything like this again, so I tried to savor it, to memorize the feelings. But it was too hard to concentrate on anything. He lingered over me endlessly, making me climax twice with his hands and mouth.
