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wriggle
out of his grasp. "Just a minute."
    He lifted his head and looked at her. "What
is it, babe?" he said.
    She smiled again, then slammed the door shut
behind her and jerked off the towel. It fell to the floor in a
heap.
    Teddy stared at her body, his eyes sweeping
her up and down, widening at the sight of her large creamy breasts
with their raspberry nipples, lingering momentarily on her firm
creamy thighs, fixing themselves hungrily on the completely shaved
honeypot that lay between them. He groaned aloud, then threw
himself against her, his hands everywhere at once.
    Tiffani giggled gleefully and struggled
against him. "Come on, Teddy," she gasped. "Not here. Let's go into
the bedroom."
    He followed her across the kitchen's worn
linoleum, through the little dining room and living room, and down
a hallway to one of the two bedrooms, getting out of his polo shirt
as they went. In the bedroom, he quickly pulled off his cowboy
boots and tossed them on the floor, then loosened his belt and took
off his jeans, throwing them on top of the boots.
    Tiffani watched him, taking delight in his
long, lean torso and his well-defined musculature. He was so unlike
most of the men she knew. Teddy was so clean and blond and hard, in
shape but not a steroid freak either. Most of the men she'd been
with in the last few years—and there'd been too many to count—had
been former football players gone to fat; hairy, dirty bikers with
big beer bellies; or rangy, raw, or clumsy farm boys or tradesmen
who didn't really give her much pleasure. There'd been more than a
few of the local bodybuilders, and she liked their bodies, for
sure. But they seemed more pleased with themselves than anything
she could offer them. With most all the men, Tiffani often
reflected, it had been the old in and out, slam, bam, thank you,
ma'am. Except most of them had omitted the thank-you. She could
count the real good lovers—the ones who wanted to give her pleasure
as well as get it—on one hand.
    Teddy was so different. She watched,
entranced, when he started to take off his jockey shorts, but
quickly stopped him with a hand and a knowing look and went down on
her knees in front of him. She slowly began pulling his shorts down
with her long, pink-lacquered fingernails, looking up at him
reverentially for a moment, then straight ahead at the prize
between his legs.
    As it sprang free, her tongue darted out and
began licking his cock slowly, delicately, and lovingly, all the
while gradually easing his jockey shorts down to the floor. He
stepped out of them and put his hands on her head, guiding it onto
his engorged phallus. Tiffani took it, going down as far as she
possibly could, then began to suck on it furiously.
    "Ahhhh," Teddy groaned, thrusting himself at
her, "Tiff, you're going to make me come."
    She eased her mouth away and stood up facing
him. Teddy reached over and took a breast in each of his hands and
began stroking them, thrumming her nipples with his thumbs. Tiffani
gasped and pushed up against him, reaching down for his cock. He
slid one hand down between her thighs and began stroking her soft
shaved mound, excited by its nakedness, then slowly put a finger in
her, feeling her wetness.
    Tiffani trembled and whimpered. "Oh, please,
Teddy," she begged. "Please."
    Unable to wait any longer, he pushed her onto
the bed and mounted her, her legs spread wide to welcome him. They
were both in a frenzy of desire, and Teddy began thrusting away
like a man possessed, Tiffani grinding against him with all her
might. It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, Teddy
bellowing as he heaved against her in release, and Tiffani
squirming wildly against him, squealing ecstatically, kicking her
legs as she contracted with one climax after another.
    He collapsed on top of her, then rolled off
onto his back, the two of them gasping for breath. When she could
speak, Tiffani rolled to her side and kissed his cheek. "Can you
stay a while?" she asked.
    "An hour or