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Miguel��s hand reached for her panties and he slipped them off successfully. His hands cupped her bottom and she blushed after smiling. She ran her hands on his chest and felt the heat coming from his body. They didn��t take their eyes off of each other. Even though they both had a couple of glasses to drink. They were still aware of what they were doing. Why would Simone betray her own friend? Certainly, she can��t be that lonely. She must be; after all, Whitney has taken every guy that she ever liked; and Kay has never taken the time out to help her get a man. Maybe the pressure stayed bottled up for too long and she need to release some of the tension that��s been withholding her endlessly.

��Miguel . . .�� She screamed out his name when she felt his fingers adding some tender pressure to her highly sensitive core. ��Mmm . . .�� She groaned softly. Miguel grinned roguishly and threw her on the bed as she giggled. He landed on top of her and kissed her again. ��This is just between us. No one has to know. Okay?�� He whispered. ��All right.�� She didn��t seem tense; relaxed is more like it. Her eyes danced with joy when she felt his hard and swollen shaft penetrated through her femininely walls.

��Oh . . Miguel.�� She grinned coyly and marveled about why Kay liked him so much. She kept on beaming at him. His hand touched her face sweetly; his lips searched everywhere on her body; kissing every tender spot that he could arouse.

��Miguel . . . keep on going. I don��t want you to stop.�� She begged. Miguel placed both hands on her legs and held onto her. Simone rotated her hips and with every thrust he is giving her; she felt her emotions were unbalanced. She wrapped her legs around his waist and every thrust he gave her, kept her screaming for more. ��Miguel . . . how are you feeling?��
��I��m fine; you?�� He smiled.

��Couldn��t be better.�� She muttered.

Miguel flipped her over. ��Miguel, what are you doing?�� She giggled. Feeling tipsy is getting the best of her. ��I wanna do this . . .�� His steel hardness erected again and entered her dewy sweetness from behind and he applied a little pressure which turned into a bigger thrust. She clung onto the sheets as he kept on grooving her. A tear fell down on her face. She sighed sweetly and decided to change positions. ��Miguel, it��s my turn now.�� She rubbed his chest and planted her hips on top of his. His shaft entered her warm fleshly mound and her lips squeezed tight to his hardness. She rocked her hips in every way she could think of.

Miguel lifted himself up when she was still working him and his teeth grasped on to her nipple and he sucked it so sexually. When he stopped sucking on one, he saw how it look like a plump berry. He decided to do the same to the other. Her hands massaged his back and kept on rubbing it until his hot hands rubbed her midriff fervently.

The room is filled with carnal desire and steamed covered the windows. Simone and Miguel did not stop doing each other until the next morning. Kay ranged the doorbell three times already and she is wondering what is keeping Miguel. ��Come on, Miguel. I know you��re there.�� She said to herself. Miguel stared at Simone when she woke up. ��Morning . . .�� He said. Simone observed on how Miguel��s arm is around her. She sat up and replied, ��Good morning.��

Could it be that she realized what she had done? ��What time is it?�� Simone asked him. ��It��s ten-thirty, why?�� He gazed at her curiously. ��Oh boy, I was supposed to be at work around eight-thirty.�� She reached for the shirt that was tossed on the floor from last night. ��I gotta take a shower. Miguel? Do you think you can carry me to work?�� requested Simone. ��Sure can.�� He curved his lips. He put on his boxers and went downstairs. He heard the doorbell. ��Kay?�� He said after he had opened it. ��What are you doing here?�� He looked shocked. ��I came to see how you were holding up.�� She smiled and then frowned slightly. ��Miguel, are you all right? Did you have a hangover?��

��You could say that . . .�� He retorted.

��Aren��t you going to invite me in?�� Kay questioned him.

Miguel was about to but then he remembered that Simone is upstairs. ��Kay, can I meet you at the Book Caf��? My place is a mess and I need to clean up. Meet me at eleven-thirty, OK?�� He beamed. ��Okay . . .�� Kay responded quietly. ��See you until then.�� She muttered and left. ��Miguel, did you speak to Charity last night?�� Kay wondered when she entered her car and drove off.

Miguel took his shower and put on his three piece Armani suit. Looking good in his black suit, wearing: a black jacket, a silk white shirt, black tie, black slacks, and shiny black shoes. He smiled at the man in the mirror. He left his room and walked in on a naked Simone. ��Simone, I��I.�� He paused, staring at the beautiful body standing in front of him. ��Miguel, oh my god.�� She looked embarrassed.

��Did you want anything for breakfast before I take you back to work?�� He kept his eyes on her. ��Miguel, I don��t mind. Why don��t we go to the Book Caf�� before we head to the hospital and before we go to the Book Caf��, I need to make a stop at my house and pick up an outfit.�� She said all in one breath. ��Anything else?�� He smirked. ��No.�� She whispered, blushing so hard; he can see her cheeks are turning the shade of crimson. Simone put on her clothes from last night and they both made their way to her house, to the Book Caf��, and finally to the hospital.

��Simone, take care of yourself. All right.�� He said with care. ��I will, Miguel.�� Her voice was barely audible. Miguel waved goodbye to her and drive off to meet Kay. His car was secured and he walked in the Book Caf�閖and there she was��Kay sitting at a table by herself.

��Miguel, I��m so glad that you��ve made it. For a minute there I thought you had stood had stood me up.�� Miguel laughed while shaking his head. ��No, Kay. Got held up from traffic.�� The only excuse he could think of, it is reasonable, right? How could he explain it to his sweetheart that he was taking Simone to work. Kay would surely find it odd.

��Have you heard from Charity?�� Kay blinked at him. ��Damn it, Kay. Don��t mention her to me right now. How was your evening? He shifted the subject smoothly. Kay cleared her throat and felt embarrassed somewhat. ��It was okay. But it could��ve been better if I��d spent my night with you.�� She reached out for Miguel��s hand. His expression brightened. ��So what were you doing last night?�� She smirked. ��Me?�� He started to stutter. ��I . . . uh, was resting. Had a terribly long day.�� He flashed a wry grin. ��Miguel, why didn��t you call me? I would��ve come over in a heartbeat. You know that.�� She ensured him. Miguel found it hard to open his lips.

��Miguel?��

��Huh?�� He snapped out of his trance.

��Where were you just a few minutes ago?�� Kay couldn��t help but to wonder.

��No where, I can��t get over how supportive you are. Thanks Kay. It means a lot to me that you��re here for me.�� He caressed her hand sensually. ��Oh.�� She replied. Actually, his mind was on what he did with Simone from last night. It��s playing through his head over and over. He must admit this is hard for him to drive the memory out of his brain. ��Miguel, what is going with you?�� Kay is feeling agitated. ��Nothing, Kay.��

��Don��t tell me that. I know it��s something. The news you��d received yesterday was really a bummer.�� Kay scrutinized him. Miguel stared at her. Kay, if you only knew that Eric fathered my wife��s child. He ruminated. ��Kay, why don��t we go to my house? I believe there is something we should discuss and this is not the place for us to speak about it.�� He helped her out of her chair. ��Okay.�� A confused Kay gazed at him.

Kay and Miguel arrived at his house and they opened the door. As they were walking in; they had seen Eric and Charity sitting on the couch together.