Free In the Absence of You by Sunniva Dee Page B

and Nadia worked at the same restaurant, but Nadia left her job at Bo’s insistence. Dude’s following Nadia’s ex’s lead, making sure she gets the education she dreamed of in high school. Veterinarian.
    I grab my Mac and pull up Zoe’s Facebook page. There isn’t as much going on here as there was a month ago. Some dude tagging her in a photo of her looking tired. She always wore perfect makeup, deep lipstick against soft skin and that super-coiffed blonde ’do of hers. I didn’t care either way—I loved her in the mornings, especially if she hadn’t removed her makeup, the scent of sleepy skin and old hairspray making me fuck her hard.
    Her mouth. Zoe was genuine, kind, and super-bitchy. Nothing was hotter than to kiss that bitchiness off of her like lime from a toilet bowl.
    “Emil, no! Don’t you see how small my butt is? Look. Stop it— look at me.”
    Oh I listened all right when she bitched at me like that. My sweetest, bitchiest girl. Fuck. Fuck. She’s so fucking special. There are tons of not-bitchy girls out there. Tons of bitchy ones too. But the ones who are so genuine, so bitchy, but so sweet and mendable and bendable—
    Most chicks seem to consider their boyfriends projects. My Zoe didn’t. Despite all of her objections, decisions, and commands, she never wanted me to change. She loved the fight. I loved the fight. And I loved her .
    “Yes, Zee, dearie. Your ass is so small. You have a tiny, hot, firm ass—hold on. I’ll open it for you, ’cause I’m not sure how small and firm and hot it is on the inside.”
    “You liar. How many times have you been inside me again?”
    “Are we keeping track?”
    “Of course we are. Say it.” She dropped to her back and opened her arms wide for me, stare steely and determined despite her open embrace. I dove in. Every time.
    “Oh you’re so hot. I want to be inside you now. ”
    “How many times though? You can’t until you tell me.”
    “How many?” I worked my cock against her opening, rocking back and forth, sliding in sweet juices. I could see her cut me off though. That was my Zoe. Whatever Zoe wanted, whatever her whim, she’d do it.
    “No, you say it.”
    “Sixty-seven.”
    She stilled under me then. Surprised. “Emil, that’s a crazy good guess. How’d you do that? It’s sixty-six.”
    “Nope. Sixty-seven.”
    She was quiet while I worked over her, not responding with raised hips the way she usually did.
    “Babe, gimme your pussy. Angle up for me? Don’t be hard on me now, pretty please?” I pulled back enough to pout my lip at her. She still didn’t laugh.
    “Soooo. Which was the sixty-seventh time, then?” she asked, random as always, my Zoe.
    “Yesterday night? Tonight?” I suggested.
    She snorted, but at least she widened soft thighs so I could ease inside her. Oh holy mother of utter awesomeness. Her breath hitched at my intrusion, the best sound ever, and I instantly sped up the way we liked it, the two of us, fast, rocking my bed against Bo’s bedroom wall, building heat so thick and hot and delicious it was impossible not to groan out loud.
    “Oh Emil!” she shouted.
    “Ja, baby!” I replied, ecstatic too. Bo banged on the wall, that loser. Fucking quiet sex over there with Nadia. I didn’t get the two of them.
    “Tell me,” she squeaked out even as we climbed together. It felt so good I had no idea how she could focus on former copulations.
    “At the beach in Santa Cruz?”
    “It… wasn’t all the way.”
    “No? I. Ejaculated,” I staccatoed out, the only way to form words.
    “That was on my skirt. It didn’t count. Wait!” she shrieked, commanding me to keep her from climaxing, but why would I do that? We both came, rocking hard against the headboard. Seconds later, Bo was at my door, telling me to open the fuck up, and I did, hell yeah I did. And my Zoe, she sat up in bed, curved her naked legs to a side, and covered her breasts with an arm as she waited for Bo’s head to poke in.
    “What,