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Table of Contents Chapter 1 – Fantasy Chapter 2 – Negotiation Chapter 3 – Motivation
Fantasy Adam hugged Stacey closer to him as they lay in bed and reached for his second beer. He seemed to be steeling himself for a difficult task.
Stacey let her fingers play along his muscled chest, tracing random patterns along his tanned skin, content to wait for him to make the next move. Several years of marriage had taught her that he moved on his own timescale, which certainly wasn’t the same as hers.
Adam was definitely still thinking about sex. His erection was still going strong, tempting her to stroke him. He had asked her not to distract him, so she would respect that request. After another long swig of beer, he finally spoke.
“You know that you weren’t my first, right?” He said, his voice soft. His heartbeat thumping against her cheek. “I mean, I was already a senior when we started dating.”
Stacey thought about it for a moment and half-shrugged.
“I guess I’d always figured you weren’t a virgin. Every guy at that school dated Patricia Kleinermann.” Stacey’s voice practically drew air quotes around the word dated.
It had been a badly kept secret in high school that all the boys took turns with Pat behind the Burger Zone. The good girls may not have known exactly what happened on Pat’s “dates,” but they got the idea. Most knew better than to ask any of the boys they dated whether they had visited Pat’s Patch, as the empty lot was called.
Adam coughed discreetly, pulling her attention back to him. He didn’t admit or deny anything.
“You said that you wanted me to use you to please me, right?” he asked, his voice more husky than normal. Stacey nodded against him, afraid to say it again for some reason.
“Well, frankly, the best blow job I ever had was from a girl I didn’t care about. It was all about me getting off and that’s what she did for me.”
Stacey froze with her fingertips hovering over his far shoulder. After a moment she smiled. “So, you want attention all to yourself and don’t want to worry about having to get me off and that’s the fantasy you want most?”
Adam drained his beer and nodded hesitantly. “There’s a little more to it than that…”
As they lay entwined, he told her more about that particular memory from his past, how the girl (who he never did name) wasn’t very good so he had had to give her directions, and eventually just gave up and told her to hold still so he could fuck her mouth.
“She just did whatever I said, no matter what it was,” he said, his shaft pulsing against his stomach with the memory.
Stacey grinned. “I would love to do that for you, Mr. Parke. Is it alright if I start now?” She walked her fingers down his chest, across his belly, and traced a line down his shaft.