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strokes gave me more pre-cum to spread down my length. My fist started moving faster as I pictured her lifting her dress for me so that I could get my tongue on her sweet pussy. Down on my knees I went to take that first taste. As I imagined doing just that, I felt my balls tightening up, and I stroked harder. Faster.
    My breathing was uneven, and I was getting close. Fuck, she would taste like the sweetest nectar heaven had to offer. I kept thinking about licking her, biting her clit, fucking her with my tongue, making her writhe and moan. Gripping my cock tight, I shot my load out into my waiting hand. I’m pretty sure the exhaust fan wasn’t loud enough to cover up the sound of my head banging back against the bathroom door as I came.
    With the cum-soaked tissues flushed down the toilet, hands washed, and my clothes put to rights, I walked back into the living room. Only about five minutes had gone by. See? I told you it wouldn’t take long.
    “Ready?” I walked over to where Faith was standing, looking at me in total disbelief. It was glaringly clear they knew what I’d done. Her eyes flicked to mine as I lifted her chin to make her look at me. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, I think you look incredible, Faith.”

Chapter 10
Faith
    O h dear God , I think Joe just jerked off in my bathroom. No, he couldn’t have really done that, right? Over me? That’s crazy. And a little creepy, isn’t it? Seriously. I don’t know how to feel about it. Should I just pretend I don’t know? He sure doesn’t seem to be trying to hide the fact that he just…just pleasured himself in my house! I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it was kind of exciting—dirty, but exciting. Oh my God.
    Maybe he really is attracted to me. Stranger things have happened, right? I mean it’s not like I’m grotesquely overweight, and I don’t have a huge protruding stomach or anything. I’m just kind of big all over. Hips, butt, boobs. Maybe a little wider in the shoulders than other girls. Who am I kidding? I’m hideous. Especially dressed like a damn Halloween pumpkin. Orange is really not my color.
    I wish I didn’t feel that way about myself, but I do. I’ve actually been in therapy before for my lack of self-esteem. Believe it or not, I’ve gotten better over the years. I no longer measure my entire self-worth by my dress size, but it’s still hard to love myself fully. I fear those negative feelings will always linger in my mind. The mirror is simply not my friend, and my therapist has said, more than once, that was my biggest road-block. If I could make peace with what I see in the mirror, I would be a happier person. I’m not sure if I believe that or not. I just know I haven’t been able to do it yet.
    Anyway, I’m freaking out a little here. Joe’s holding his hand out, palm up, for me to take, and all I can think about is that I’m pretty sure he just had that hand wrapped around his cock. Holy shit!
    He’s so flipping hot. I wish there was a better way to describe him. Even though I have four-inch heels on, I’m still half a foot shorter than he is. I like that. Everyone sees me as the sweet girl next door. And I am, but I have fantasies too. To have that naked body over mine, heaving as he… Okay, enough of that.
    “I… Thank you. You look nice too.” That was lame. “I mean really, really good.” Jesus, I hope I didn’t actually drool. This was a business transaction. I need to remember that. Business. Yeah…
    Joe held my hand until we got to the car. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even let it go then. He continued to hold my hand as he opened the door. When I was seated, he finally released his hold, lightly kissing the back of my fingers as he did so. Walking around to the other side, he hopped into the driver’s seat and turned to me.
    “Faith, I need to apologize for—” He waved his hand back toward the house.
    Oh, heck no. I did not want to discuss that. “Let’s just not talk about