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| �Well, now that�s all settled, why don�t we have a little fun?� asked Clem. Lia looked over at me. �Fresh blood,� she said. �Now we�re in for it,� I said to Tara. �Greaves is not a word,� argued Lia. �I�ve never heard of it.� �Well, then, challenge me,� said Clem as he leaned back from the Scrabble board. �Challenge me and look it up.� �I wouldn�t do it, Lia,� I cautioned as I drank my beer. �You know he�s always right.� �I think it is a word,� said Tara. �I�m pretty sure it�s a piece of armor.� �So we just let him win?� asked Lia, annoyed. �Well, it was a pretty good game,� said Tara. �We fought the good fight. That thirty seven point word of yours was a pretty killer move.� Lia smiled, placated. �That was slick.� We cleared the board and put away the pieces. Lia yawned loudly. �I think I�m done for the night,� she said. �But we should get together soon. You guys want to go out next Friday?� Tara looked at me and I nodded. �That would be great,� she said. We walked across campus in the quiet night. I carried Tara�s bag and a sack of kitten chow. Tara carefully carried the kitten in a sealed shoebox. Plaintive mewls escaped for the air holes poked in the cardboard. �She sounds so sad,� said Tara plaintively. �The poor baby must think I�m so mean.� �She�ll be happy when she gets out,� I reassured her. �You�re not going to scar her for life.� Tara scanned her keycard at her dorm door and buzzed us in. We made our way to her room and shut the door. I took off my boots and duster as Tara pulled out some boxes and a plastic pan from under the bed. �What�s all that?� I asked her. �These were Kitty Fantastico�s supplies.� She smiled at me. �I saved them in case she ever came home.� She set up a little kitty bed on the chest at the foot of her own bed, and set up a litter pan in the far corner. A small mat went under tiny dishes of water and food. When all the preparations were done, Tara carefully unsealed the box. The kitten ran out and climbed up my foot. Needle like claws sank into my flesh. �Ouch, bugger it,� I said. �This thing is a little demon.� She carefully removed the kitten and held it up in front of her face. �That�s your name,� she said brightly, �You�re Demon Kitty.� I laughed and the kitten yawned. It fell back asleep. Tara placed it in its bed and turned to me. She pulled me over to the bed, threw me down and unzipped my pants. "Aren't you a cheeky one," I said, impressed by her boldness. I pulled on the wooden clip that held her hair up, and a shower of golden strands tumbled around her shoulders. "You were very, very good tonight," she said. "And now I want you to be good to me." Hey eyes were so dark and deep. They drew me in, once again, and I surrendered willingly. I pulled her sweater over her head. "I'll always be good for you, ducks," I said, aroused by her enthusiasm. She pulled off her panties and straddled me. The silk of her skirt swished and swirled over the skin of my thighs. Slowly, she sank down on me. She felt so warm, so tight, that I couldn't help but gasp. Tentatively she slid up and down on my cock. Her eyes were fixed on my face, and I knew she needed encouragement. "That's good, you're so good," I said breathily. Her hands rubbed up and down my chest as she moved. She leaned over and licked my lip. I opened my mouth, and her tongue stroked in and out as my cock stroked in and out of her depths. Slowly I pulled my mouth away and unpeeled the bandage that covered the wounds in her neck. I pressed my mouth to her skin, and slid my tongue over the marks, over the sign of her trust, her gift. "I love this," I whispered to her. "I love the way that you make me feel." She moaned and her fingernails dug into my shoulder. I looked up at her, and her head was thrown back, her chest flushed. Her face was suffused with pleasure, pleasure that I had given her. "Spike, " she said distantly. "Please." I grabbed her waist and turned her on her back. I drove inside her powerfully, and her eyes widened. Her skirt bunched up between us, and I ripped it off her. She grabbed the headboard, and her body shook with each thrust. I hammered inside her deeply, and it was so erotic, so intense. "Too hard?" I asked breathlessly. She shook her head and wrapped her hands tightly around my shoulders. "Don't ever stop wanting me," I panted. "Never stop needing me." My orgasm built steadily, a huge wall of exquisite sensation that was about to crash down. "I'll never stop. This will never stop," she said. I came with a roar, and she clenched around me as she lost control. I collapsed on top of her, and she ran her fingers through my hair. "Never," she said softly in my ear. "Never," I said as I kissed her gently. -TBC- |
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