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then had done despicable things to my clitoris.
    Oh, cunnilingus, my favourite every time. He had not been put off if I had been on my belly and bum in the air. Seeking out my forbidden fruit, he had licked my exposed sex.
    There had been the 69 position and I had delighted in giving him oral sex. He definitely preferred standing or sitting if I went down on him. On one occasion, he had lowered himself into my mouth as I lay napping on the bed. It had made me jump having him there over my head, but the sight of his gorgeous cock had removed my anxieties.
    We had attempted to watch TV together one evening, but nothing could keep us from ignoring the screen and stripping off. That had been my butterfly evening, as he had experimented with deep penetration while some muted film had flickered across the screen.
    Occasional I had baulked at him. “I can’t bend like that, Jason. I’m not a gymnast, I’ve never been able to arch or bridge my back like that.”
    “OK. Pity,” was all he had said with a shrug.
    He had offered another new position in its place as we had eyed each other in the snug. “Try this.”
    “Lovely arse, Gemma,” he had said giving it a stroke before ramming into me.
    “I can’t hold it!” I had cried a few minutes later as my thighs throbbed.
    He had moved me into a classic doggy style to finish and I had been relieved he had not made me stay in the uncomfortable position. But why would he? He had not forced me to do anything against my will.
    Each passing weekend we had continued our unspoken dialogues. His observant and penetrating eyes had held back from revealing his deeper thoughts. Whatever his intentions towards me, they were undeclared and romantic words of love and adoration were absent. The closest he had come to saying anything in veneration was on my second Friday in his bedroom. I had stripped off as he sat fully clothed on the edge of his bed. I already did not mind being naked in his presence and he had immediately noticed the change in my appearance.
    His hand had reached forward and grasped me about the waist. I had been reeled in towards him and I smiled as he fixed his eyes on my nudity. Bet ween my legs, I was entirely bare, as he had asked me to be. The shaving had been tricky to do as I had been out of practice with the delicate technique. His hands had rested on my hips and he had admired my handiwork.
    “Gorgeous girl,” he had said simply and my heart had glowed with the compliment. He had leaned forward and kissed my smooth mound with his puckered lips.
    “Just how I like it,” he had added.
    His hands had moved around and clenched my buttock cheeks and a moan had departed my lips. The need to be put in a particular position had been overwhelming me. To be laid out and used by him in manner to which I was accustomed had haunted me. I had felt ashamed at the need. Why couldn’t I enjoy sex without the trimmings of my past life? Naturally, he had not carried out my wishes - why would he, as he did not know of their existence. The lack of communication had continued week after week.
    Another Saturday morning and I lay expectantly on his bed. The wake up routine was always the same. Jason had called this sex his wake up fuck, a quickie between the sheets. He woke first and watched me come out of my slumber. Reaching across he pulled me towards him and played with me using his fingertips, tracing up and down my skin, arousing me gradually . At first I had not been that keen, I was not a morning person. He on the other hand was full on the moment he woke up. I had joked once that dawn sex was a substitute for walking a dog, brisk exercise to wake the muscles up.
    After lunch, I amused myself by playing pool on his billiard table, or picking over a book. I decided to ask him if it would be a ll right to have a few of my personal things in his house, an iPod and sketchbook would be a good start. I enjoyed art and nearly thought about studying it. After several rather heated