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�So?� Simone queried while playing with her apple pie. �So what?� Whitney slightly smiled. �What were you and Antonio chatting about?� She replied after chewing her pie. �Simone, he was talking to me about Theresa. He wanted to surprise his sister . . . and he needed some suggestions of what to give her.� Whitney answered nonchalantly. �Really? I guess he feels guilty of not being there for his sister, eh?� Whitney glanced at her weirdly. �I guess so . . . Simone, you are mighty curious about Antonio, what gives?�

�Is it a crime for me to wonder about Antonio?� Simone barked back. �No, I feel that we should be concentrating on us . . . that�s all. We haven�t been spending time with each other. I want to know how my little sister is doing.� Whitney shifted her eyes and thought carefully. Simone excused herself to the ladies room. Whitney pondered about her gratifying moment with Antonio. Damn, why can�t she stop herself from thinking about him? She want her life to be simple. Not complicated with worrying about a guy. Deep down she knows better than that.

Her eyes blinked and stared at him wildly. �Antonio what are you doing here?� She dropped her napkin. �I can�t keep myself away from you . . .� He whispered she started blushing and felt herself sinking like the Titanic. �We gotta stop meeting like this . . . this is dangerous for us to meet like this . . .� She continued. �Is that so?� His voice raised in doubt. She nodded solemnly. �Do you like danger?� His hazel eyes motioned with hers, not leaving them for a second.
�Antonio, I don�t . . .� He put his finger on her lips. �You have to take a chance for once in your life. Live a little, live on the edge. You might find yourself liking it.� He pointed out. �You just have the answers to everything, don�t you, Mr. Lopez-Fitzgerald?� She teased.

A quirky smile showed on Antonio�s face and he squeezed her hand gently. �When Simone falls asleep, why don�t we go somewhere?� He offered. �Sure. We�re about to go to my place now . . . what do you have in mind?� She marveled. �You�ll see.� He disappeared immediately. Simone came back and seen the same goofy look on her sister�s face. What is going on with her? It�s not like her to act this way? What man has got her in high spirits? I�m gonna find out what is she up to . . . sooner or later . . . she collected her thoughts. �Ready, Simone?� Whitney stretched enormously. �Must be tired?� Simone found it humorous. �Ha, ha. Very funny.� She gave a wry grin. �Simone, does Mom and Dad know you�re gone?�

Simone furrowed her eyebrow at Whitney. �I thought I told you they don�t know my whereabouts. Whitney, what�s going on with you? Why are you being so repetitive with your questions?� Simone is a little concerned for Whitney.

�I�m sorry, Simone. I must be extremely tired.� She cracked a smile. �Exhausted, sounds more like it.� Simone retorted. Whitney ignored her sister�s last statement and walked on. All she could think about is seeing Antonio. He�s always on her mind. Constantly. Her mind drifted away thinking about pleasant thoughts of how she wants to turn him on tonight.� Simone remained silent through their ride and Whitney told her goodnight and she took off.

She met Antonio at a park. She is amazed with his sensibility. This tall, dark handsome man filled with passionate lust and questionnaires. It�s just something about him that makes her desire for more. Antonio�s eyes smiled at her and couldn�t wait to put his arms around her. �Whitney, I�m so glad you�ve came.� He slither his arms around Whitney and slipped his tongue through her pouty lips. His kiss is moist and ardent. She can�t resist it, his kisses taste so good to her. As for Antonio, he definitely can savor the flavor on her lips. Her womanly scent drives him wild. He love being near her. Is it simply because she�s a charming woman? Or is he falling in love with her and doesn�t want to avow it.

�Why are we here?� She asked breathlessly. �There�s something I want to show you.� He pulled her along with him. Before she could utter a word, she saw how everything is in its proper place. The sky is exhilarating and full of exuberance. Not to mention how the aroma makes her wants to do things she has never did before. Antonio liked the way she fixed her eyes on him. This lets him know that she is intrigued with him and longed to know everything about him. She is owning up to the fact that this man means something to her.

Antonio pressed his body close to hers as they dance under the moonlight. Whitney feels so safe in his arms. Not wanting to let go. �Antonio, thank you for taking me from all of this madness.� She barely whispered. �No problem, sweetheart. I love being with you. I can�t deny the fact that you bring a smile on my face. I love the way you smell. The way you kiss me, the way you touch me.� His deep tone sends chills down her spine.

His masculine large hands fondled her tenderly. �Antonio, you�re turning me on.� She clasped onto him and not wanting to let herself go. She must stay with him forever. It feels so right, it can�t be wrong. Despite their age differences, they don�t see anything wrong with being together. Is this love? Or is it just another fling?

Sheridan inhaled deeply to sniff the sweet crisp air breezing through her hair. She thought her eyes playing tricks on her. �Is that Whitney?� Sheridan examined harder. �It�s definitely her . . . but who is she with? That guy looks familiar? Oh my goodness! Why is Antonio having his arms around her? What�s the deal? Maybe I should go up and speak to them. They look like they are in a profound discussion.� Sheridan was about to leave until she saw Antonio and Whitney kissing each other affectionately. Sheridan dropped her jaw. This is incredulous! How can Antonio mess with Theresa�s best friend? What will her friend think of this? Most of all how will Sheridan keep this from Luis?

Sheridan tried not to make any noise and departed. �Whitney, come with me . . . to my place.� he suggested and Whitney didn�t want to argue. She actually visioned this affair prolonging. Their affair is like a locomotion of beholding places. His vivacity is clutching her soul. His touch is carnal and endearing. Leaving a mark on her she will always cherish forever. Whitney followed him to his place. He locked the door and let his hands traveled down her spine. Her burning sensation to feel him makes her crave for him to go again. The removal of their clothes is completed.

She�s losing her self composure. The room ignites with passionate lust and intense sexual pleasures of what a man and woman can share through casual sex. Whitney�s lips reached his rock hard abs and tickled him slowly. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he fantasizes of him and her making love in Bermuda, Rome, France, Sweden, Mexico, even Spain. She forced the buckle to snap free from entanglement around the hoops of his pants. She�s excited and feeling erotic to explore him once more. His lips caressed her neck and sent tingling vibrations to soothe her inner most
need to be unburden from sexual frustration.

Antonio picked her up and his hands squeezed her soft bottom softly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he backs her against a wall. He has a torching need to let his hardness penetrate through her silken wet sheath. His slipped his two fingers in her and rubbed her clitoris spontaneously. The thought of their sexual activity is superlative! Beyond expression! Tightly holding onto each other. Letting their bodies unite as one and connect spiritually. It�s out of their control. Speaking in sweet tongues to one another. �Talk to me, sugar. Talk to me darling.� Whitney moaned. �Don�t stop . . .� She begged while gritting her teeth together.

Antonio. �You want more? I�m always up for more competition.� With every thrust he forced himself to go deeper in her sweetness as she clawed his back, screaming his name real loud. No one knows of what�s going on between them. Their private session of sexy whispering and the thought of carnal body heat sticking to each other. Breathing on the other�s body. Antonio likes smelling her sweet fragrance as Whitney love to sniff his virile scent of being a hardcore man. He tickled her peaks and sucked them delightfully. Her hard nipples divulged the true meaning of how she want him to push her outer limits of her sensuality. Whitney didn�t look at it like some tennis match. She focused on her appetite for him. His strong arms lift her higher and she induced herself closer to him.

Another hard push he compelled as he heard her begging in his ear. This is like forbidden fruit and trenching with a ravenous sexual craving. Forces of the wind they were like sexing each other on his bed. Giving every strength they got to accomplish on what they were both missing.