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  "Where do you think you're going?"

  "I need to get up, Alan. I have things to do today."

  "Want me to add a few more to your list?"

  "I thought we were through, Alan ... How much more can a couple do together?"

  "It might take us years to find that out.” Nora glanced at him; his boyish smile belied the obvious tenting near his waist.

  He swung to the side of the bed beside her. To underscore his erection, he folded his hands in his lap above it, then shifted below it—and when he was sure he had Nora's full attention—he twined his fingers around it. He slanted his eyes at her playfully.

  She wanted him so bad, her toes curled. Alan was utterly charming. Lethally charming. And in Nora's lust-weakened condition, she'd better not take any chances. It was time for her to gain some emotional distance.

  "Very nice, Alan. But we can't go on like this. We need to set up a sex schedule, say, an hour a day and stick to it until we finish."

  His brow knit in confusion. He immediately scanned the room.

  "Pardon me, Miss, but did you happen to see the girl I slept with last night? She wore a quarter of an inch off my dick and I was hoping she might be around to give it back."

  Nora bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Alan, I'm serious, we need to set some limits here."

  She slipped on her robe and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Alan was easy, all he ever ate was cereal. She put the coffee on. There was nothing unusual in the routine; Alan often dropped in for breakfast. The sound of him singing in her shower was admittedly a new component.

  Nora saw no reason to feel as nervous as she did. But she did. Her face flushed as she remembered squirming beneath Alan last night. This arrangement was more intimate than she thought it would be.

  She needed to make the transition to Derek as soon as possible. She'd start tonight. DDR was scheduled to play right after Wanderlust. She could at least talk to Derek, that wasn't off limits. Maybe Derek would sense the sexually-improved Nora.

  Alan walked in the kitchen sporting a towel around his neck. The rest of his glorious attributes were left to drip dry, along with Nora's tongue. Damn, he looked good. She turned quickly to get the coffee. The beauty of Alan first thing in the morning could blind her if she wasn't careful.

  He slung his towel on the chair and sat down. Nora felt moisture between her thighs. Now that she knew what was ailing her, she also knew what could cure it. Damn him.

  "Coffee?” she asked breezily.

  "I could use some,” he said, holding out his cup. “Oh, man, I had this incredible dream—it was so real—it was like I was being forced through this meat grinder and—"

  "Hold it right there. I have a meat grinder, and I'd be more than happy to demonstrate the difference for you!"

  He shook his head solemnly. “All I can say is, you've got one outstanding pussy, Nora."

  Nora's coffee made it halfway down before she choked it up again.

  "Alan!"

  "I knew you'd slay me,” he murmured over his coffee. “I knew it."

  Nora grabbed her cup and headed for the bathroom. “I'm going to leave you to your obscene fantasies while I shower."

  "Don't be long, and don't get dressed."

  He was nursing a bowl of cornflakes when she returned. He looked deep in thought, maybe half asleep; Nora went to the counter to fill her coffee.

  "What took you so long? I've been waiting an hour."

  "Check the clock, Alan; it's been exactly twelve minutes."

  He shook a finger at his penis. “See? I told you she wasn't gone an hour."

  "You are so strange,” Nora said. He watched her as she vacillated, decided against coffee, and started to wash her cup instead.

  "Fifty cents to drop the towel.” He nodded at her makeshift sarong. Nora let it fall to her feet.

  A towel lassoed from behind, yanking her against a hard and naked Alan. She barely had time to turn before he tied off the top corners, securing it tightly at their waists. There was barely room to breathe.

  Nora's hair hung in straight, red tendrils over the swell of her breasts. Tiny droplets ran between them and disappeared into the fold of their bodies.

  Gold and pale flesh blended like a swirl of cream and honey. He touched her cheek, her ear, cupping her face between his hands. He kissed her deep, without reserve, and she responded in kind.

  "Not so easy for you to run off this way, Nora."

  "This counts as a lesson!” she warned.

  "Oh, I'm going to teach you something today."

  "I can hardly move, Alan."

  "That's the idea,” he said. “Now, we need to eliminate our height discrepancy."

  "Okay.” Nora looked at the chair first, then the kitchen counter, angling her head to judge its elevation. “The counter should do. One has to work with the laws of physics, never against them."

  "Haven't I've always said that?” Alan exclaimed.

  "Not that I recall."

  "That's because I love having you as the brains behind the man.” He kneaded the curves of her buttocks; his lips trailed over her neck. With a small, quick effort, he hoisted her to the counter, and balanced her on the edge. The towel strained tighter, forcing their bodies together like shrink-wrapping.

  "You're not the only one who can figure angles,” Alan said, as he reached below the towel, up between them, his hand nudging his penis to the right spot. When he found it, he slid inside her with the ease of warm butter. The angle was perfect to fill Nora to the utmost.

  His eyes closed at the sensation. Nora held him closer, waiting for his thrusts. None came. She leaned away and Alan opened his eyes.

  "Almost done,” he said. He reached the bottom flaps of the towel, twisted, and tied them together. They were done up tourniquet-style, and Nora shook her head in awe.

  "I can't move; I can hardly breathe; what in the world is being tied this tightly supposed to do for me?"

  "Loosen your inhibitions, I think."

  "Explain.” Nora wound her arms around his neck and looked at him plaintively.

  "You're a very sensual creature, Nora. Last night was just a sample of the pleasure your body can generate. Today we'll see what your limits are. If you have any, that is."

  "I don't like the sound of this.” She hesitated. “Why are we tied together?"

  "To restrict our movements. Actually, to restrict mine, since I seem to have no willpower with you. I can't thrust tied like this, all I can do is stay inside you. As hard and as long as I'm able."

  "That part sounds good,” she murmured. “But I still don't see the point?"

  "You will, sweetheart, just give it time."

  "How much time?"

  "Until I come."

  Nora didn't like the look of his smile. “Fine, but don't take all day.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she gasped. Alan raised his eyebrows innocently.

  "Bastard! You tricked me! I've heard about you and your marathon stamina, hours and hours they said!"

  "Well, this is more challenging for me, Nora. I'll explain why later. But right now, we'll concentrate on you and your orgasms. Let's rack up some numbers, shall we?"

  Nora wilted in embarrassment at the thought of climaxing in the bright light of the day on her own kitchen counter with her best friend. Smart guy that he was, Alan sensed what bothered her.

  "Come on, don't be shy. I want to see you have orgasms, as many as I can give you. Nothing in the world would make me happier."

  "I don't like losing control, Alan; you know that."

  "Which is precisely why you're tied like this. You can't move, so relax and go with it ... By the way,” he said, looking her straight in the eye, “did I mention your pussy is so wet you're already trickling down my thigh?"

  "Thank you for bringing it to my attention,” Nora mumbled miserably.

  "Hmm, my balls are slick from you, I wish you knew how great it felt. Your juices are warm, Nora, thick like hot molasses. When they flow ov
er me so slow, I ache in a way you can't imagine. It's a deep, primal instinct to fuck you. I have to do it. But I won't. Not until you make me."

  "How can I make you?"

  "You figure it out. You're the scientist."

  "Yeah, a very wet scientist, you had to tell me,” she groaned.

  Alan laughed at her dismay. His entire body shook with the effort, and his cock jumped inside her. Nora's body hungered for its slightest move. Her folds fluttered around him, begging for pressure. He remained stiff as a rod, jammed to the hilt inside her, perfectly still.

  "Maybe, you should laugh just a little more,” she observed.

  "Relax and savor how we are together. Feel how tight the skin of my cock is ... It's bursting for you Nora. God, I've never felt so much need."

  Alan's legs were spread, his stance strong. His fingers inched the knobs of her spine, counting each with a caress. Nora shifted position, hooking her ankles around the back of his thighs. That was the full extent of movement available to her.

  "Good girl, that gets us even closer. Now for those orgasms I promised...” Without pulling out, Alan moved against her in a slow, tight, sinuous circle. The effect was dramatic and instantaneous.

  Nora shuddered from head to toes. “Oh. Don't stop, please,” she gasped, as the first wave took her. When she rolled her head forward onto Alan's shoulder, he eased her back.

  "I get to watch you."

  Nora would have protested if she could see, or think, or speak. Instead, a million fireworks ignited from her core, sparking and singeing every fiber of her being. Her mind and decorum deserted her. She heard a voice cry out Alan's name, in embarrassingly loud passion.

  Oh, God, I just don't care, I really don't. All that mattered was the burning heat of her pleasure, and the one who gave it to her. “Alan, don't stop, Alan ... oh, please..."

  He grimaced as her sheath clenched him fitfully, squeezing him hard as her climax peaked. Chewing his bottom lip in concentration, his fingers bore into her waist like a vise. Now she could feel her heat, thick and creamy, spilling over him. Alan closed his eyes and moaned.

  Rocking forward on his toes forced him deeper. He couldn't thrust no matter what he did. But, oh, how he wanted to! Nora could tell by his pained expression he was a hairsbreadth from bursting.

  But she—she was far past and working toward the next summit. Alan kept his rhythm, kept the pressure on her most sensitive spot. He whispered hoarsely of exciting, endearing things they would do to one another. His words inflamed her, and she ventured to add a few of her own.

  "Harder, Alan, every inch ... you're splitting me, don't stop..."

  His fingers trembled as they moved back to her spine, a caressing mantra, kneading her vertebrate like beads on an abacus. That's how he's keeping his control, Nora suddenly realized. That's the focus allowing him to stay hard for so long.

  Nora let herself go against his insistent motion. Balanced on the precipice of orgasm, all she had to do was grip with her vaginal muscles and tumble over. And she did, again and again, until her spasms pulsed one into the next and her level of euphoria continued.

  She hadn't been breathing; her gasp pulled air into her lungs, deep and burning, and she whimpered. “I can't keep going,” she pleaded.

  "The best is yet to come,” he murmured.

  "No best, I can't take it."

  "I think you can.” He smiled as his hand hooked beneath the towel and journeyed upward. “Lift your legs a little higher ... that's it."

  His hand found her crease, the place they joined, and rubbed gently. The sensation lapped like a rippling current around his heat. He caressed her taut folds stretched by his girth, and his fingers wandered downward.

  When he found the lower opening, he paused, lips close to her ear. “Ease up, Nora, let me show you something about yourself."

  "No thanks! I know all I need to know."

  "This is something I've never done, but I'd like to do it with you."

  Her eyes lifted to the wall clock. How could she deny him? He'd been hard for her nearly an hour; she'd lost count of her orgasms. His endurance was remarkable.

  "Will you come if I let you?” The idea of making a trade appealed to her climax-riddled body.

  "There's a possibility I might come if we even talk about it."

  "Go ahead, Alan, if you really want to."

  "For you as well as me, I think."

  Nora tensed; his finger stroked and circled, then pushed slowly in. A fraction of an inch, her tight rim clenched, and he wriggled his hand to gain access. She trusted him completely.

  Nothing hurt; he slid in gently.

  "I don't want any place to be off boundaries between you and I,” he whispered.

  His finger probed, swirled, played inside her. It wasn't unpleasant, but by far the best part was the effect it had on Alan.

  Like a boy with the forbidden, his excitement level spiked. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and a low moan escaped even as he forced his lips tight. His cock swelled and jerked inside her, he pressed as far and as hard as he could, bound together as they were.

  When his finger began to stroke her inner wall rhythmically, Nora knew in an instant. “You can feel yourself inside me."

  Alan couldn't answer. His voice choked in his throat.

  Nora's body ignited by his passion. He bore deeper, his grinding drive an instrument of pure pleasure. His fingers worked in tandem with his throbbing cock, stroking fervently through the thin wall of her flesh.

  "Nora, oh, fuck. I'm gonna come ... so fucking hard...” His words were strangled. His cry of release seemed to pour from his soul. Nora's muscles clenched around both cock and finger, sending a tremor through Alan that almost took his balance.

  "You,” he groaned, pumping against her, ramming the counter with his knees. Nora molded to him, met the hunger of his lust. Her body dissolved in a blinding light of ecstasy; she strove against him, felt the pulsing heat of his seed filling her.

  "More, Alan, more.” Her body wrung his last discharge. He sagged against her, his mouth open and panting, sweat trickled between them. The towel came untied, and his arms held her, as he guided her down the hallway. On her bed, he collapsed next to her, two spent souls seeking slumber.

  It was late afternoon when she awoke. Alan was smiling at her.

  "Don't you ever sleep?” she asked.

  "Not if I have something better to do."

  "Lessons are over for today,” Nora yawned, glancing down the length of his body. “I can't believe you're hard again! Don't you ever get tired of having sex?"

  "Not with you."

  "Is that how all men are? I mean, can they have sex that often?"

  "Given the fact that I'm in bed with a gorgeous woman, my response is probably normal."

  She smiled at his flattery. It seemed sincere, but then again, that was Alan. He had probably said those words a thousand times to as many different women. A part of her yearned to believe she was special to him, but the wiser part knew better. He wanted to fuck her again, that was all.

  Worse yet, she wanted him to. This had to stop. She needed to remind herself why she was doing this in the first place.

  "Do you think Derek will be very different with me?"

  A cold silence descended, followed by Alan rolling out of the bed. He started to dress without answering. Well, hell, male pride. Alan couldn't stand to think another man might be able to give her what he did.

  He finished tying his shoes before he looked at her with an expression not mad, not sad, just blank.

  "I don't know if Derek will be different. That's for you to find out, if you still want to."

  He headed for the door. A twinge of disappointment stung her. Did she expect him to kiss her goodbye? She must have. All she wanted was to prove she could keep her emotional distance as promised. But his pride was injured, and it didn't make her feel good.

  "Alan?” He turned.

  "Thanks for everything."

  "My pleasure,
Nora. You're a good lay,” he said flatly, and left.

  Chapter 8

  "Nora's the one who's gonna bring you down, my friend."

  Rob pushed a beer into Alan's hand as they sat in the crowded barroom. Alan peered into the bottle, sloshing the contents gently. Never mind that he seldom drank, tonight he needed one. Or several. Rob took a long pull on his before shaking his head in disgust.

  "Didn't I tell you not to do it?"

  "Why should I pass up an easy score? She's no different from the rest,” Alan said casually.

  A shower of Rob's beer exploded across the table in a loud guffaw.

  "Who are you trying to kid, me, or yourself? Don't forget we were friends long before Nora came into the picture. I know you, Alan.” Rob took another swig of beer. “And I see boot marks on your back. Size seven."

  Alan snorted at the implication. It was Tuesday night, and for the past three days, he and Nora had stayed so close it would have been hard to slide a piece of paper between them. It was not something he wanted Rob to analyze.

  "Nora's a close friend, but that's the extent of it,” Alan said. “I'm having a great time; she's having a great time, and we'll keep having great times until I decide it's over."

  "Too late. I think she's already decided for you.” Rob gestured to the end of the bar where Nora had just hauled up a stool with Derek in tow. She saw Alan and glanced away nervously.

  "Shit, man, just what I didn't need,” Alan growled.

  "No different from the rest, huh? Go over and be cordial then.” Rob chuckled. “I'm sure Derek would be grateful if he knew the sacrifice you made so he wouldn't have to bed a virgin."

  "They should both be grateful, as far as I'm concerned. I'm going for the amps.” Alan took up his bottle and headed for the side door. Before he could reach it, Nora caught his eye and motioned him over.

  Fuck and fuck, he thought, as he forced on a smile and went to say hello. Derek's smile was big and genuine and triumphant as he rose to shake Alan's hand. Nora spoke nervously and gestured excessively. She probably felt that she had to call him over, but was now having trouble dealing with it.

  As well she should! Alan could probably smell his semen on her if he got close. No, she would have been careful to remove all traces of him before she saw Derek. That bitch.