I often wondered if Bobby had noticed Rial slipping it to me as he’d kissed me that day. Did he know what I had in mind? Was he aware of the questions that haunted me? Worse still; what would he think of me if he learned of the erotic dreams that still plagued me. Night after night, I was awakened in an aroused frenzy. Some nights I simply slipped my finger under my panties and found quiet and soothing release, but on several nights I awoke atop Bobby, riding him as if there were no tomorrow. He’d been thrilled and had loved every second, especially the night I woke up with his cock in my mouth. Engorged and stiff, I’d almost gagged as I tried to take him all in, and when he erupted in my mouth, I sucked him in and cleaned him off until there wasn’t a drop left. “You sleazy naughty girl,” he’d said. “I love you.” His words reverberated in my head as I looked down to my hands; Rial’s phone number in one and my phone in the other. I had to. I had to find out what his story was all about. If I continued to deny Rial as part of my past, I would never be able to have an honest future with Bobby.
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