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slowly, mimicking Elena’s instructions. “Shit,” Holton said; Elena was the hottest woman that he had ever known, and he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. “I am so wet right now,” he said and then slid his hand up to the tip of his penis and down to the base. He leaned his head back and moaned. “Are you wet, Elena? Put your hand between your legs. Insert one finger. Tell me, baby, are you wet?”
    Elena did as he said and moaned in response. “Oh, Holton, I am so close.”
    “Me, too, baby. Touch me.”
    “Mmm,” she moaned. “I’m sucking on you, licking your tip, in and out. You taste so good.
    “My fingers are inside of you, one at first—slowly moving against your clit. And then two, probing your sweetness. I want to be inside you so badly. I want to feel you wrap around my cock.”
    “Oh, God, I want to feel that, too!” Elena moved her fingers faster and faster, in and out as Holton moved his hand up and down on his cock. They moved as one, both of them had their eyes closed. Their breathing quickened. They were both too far over the edge now to stop.
    “I’m going to cum,” Holton said as he heard Elena’s moans of ecstasy.
    And then it was like a blinding light in Elena’s eyes. She went over the edge as she heard Holton’s deep breaths.
    It took several moments before either of them spoke.
    Elena opened her eyes and looked up at her ceiling, not believing what she had just done with Holton.
    Holton looked up at his ceiling with an odd look on his face and then he relaxed. “Dear God,” he said, breathing hard.
    “That was…”
    “Yeah,” Holton replied.
    “Holton?”
    “Yes?”
    “You don’t think less of me, do you?” Elena asked, feeling a bit insecure.
    “Oh, hell no, baby. Hell, no.”
    Elena laughed and Holton joined her. A few minutes later they said their goodnights.

Chapter 8
     
    T he whole next week was torture. Neither of them spoke of what happened that night, and the silence was killing Elena. She felt stupid and didn’t know what to do about it.
    “So, are you going to tell me what has you down this week?” Cheryl asked on Wednesday. They were sitting down at the table having a snack before Jeopardy started.
    “Nope.”
    “What happened last Friday? I mean, you looked pretty damn happy the entire weekend, and then since Monday, you’ve gotten progressively worse.”
    Elena flinched. Cheryl was one of those really intuitive people. “Nothing. I really just don’t want to talk about it.”
    “Oh my God!  You finally did it! And with Holton? Holy cow! You finally took my advice! From the look of your face Saturday morning, I know that’s what you did! How was it? Great? Did it hurt? You know the whole first time thing—come on! Tell me!” Cheryl asked excitedly. She was practically hopping up and down at the table. Elena held on to her coffee cup with both hands, afraid that Cheryl would knock it over with her hysterics.
    “Where’s Denny?”
    “He left already. Come on, did you do it or what?”
    “ No, we didn’t…Not really.”
    “ What do you mean, not really?” Cheryl asked, confused. “Oh my gosh, Elena, I mean you do know if you did or not, right?”
    Elena rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. It’s just… well; does it count if you did it over the phone?” she asked, embarrassed.
    “Oh my!  He popped your phone cherry?”
    Elena reddened and felt like a moron. “Cheryl!”
    “Well, that’s super hot, and you haven’t even done it in real life! Damn…did you feel stupid or what?”
    “No, not really…but now that you are asking, maybe that’s why he hasn’t called me since.”
    “Oh no, honey, I’m sorry. I mean, how did you know what to say?”
    “I just sort of went with it. It’s not like I’ve never seen an r-rated movie, Cheryl!”
    “Well, yeah, duh, sorry. So, what was it like?” Cheryl asked, now sitting on her one knee leaning against the table on the chair. She had a huge grin on