Your body faded away again into the background. Your moving tongue was the bridge between your mind and the body that was real: her sweat, her shudders, her hand knotted in your hair, pushing you in. She was louder than Sophie, rougher, her breath coming in jerks and grunts and hisses, her fist pulling at your hair. Like she was fighting, hips moving like a boxer’s. You slid your hands over her flanks, her thighs, and then you slid your thumbs in to stroke her pussy lips, and then to nudge her clit in slow circles.

“Oh!” she cried. “Oh!”

You wanted her to come. You wanted that flooding of white light, that delicious wave.

She pulled you back out of her cunt, by the hair.

“Um, hey. Please come,” you said. “I want to make you come.”

“No,” she said, and her eyes were wild, her chest heaving. “Not yet.”

She pushed you down onto the couch and pulled open a drawer on a side table. She rummaged around, fished out a condom, opened it with her teeth, and slid it onto your cock. You gasped when she touched you—something was strange. Your cock felt too swollen, almost like you had to piss bad. But different. The condom felt like sandpaper going on, and you jerked away, but she followed with her hands and body, pushing it down, rolling it down until it touched your balls.

She took you by the balls and pulled you down onto the sofa again. “Ssh,” she said. “It’s okay. Ssh.”

She climbed up onto the sofa, onto you. Her goddamn amazing breasts brushed your nose. She put one knee on either side of you, straddling over you, her cunt hair brushing the tip of your penis. She took the shaft in her hand.

It was like your cock was sore, but sore from the inside out.

She slipped the head inside, pushing it into the dense warmth of her, squeezing it past the bands of muscle. It hurt.

“Hold on,” you gasped. “Jill—wait—”

“Ssh,” she said. She looked excited, like a kid opening birthday presents. “Gary, I know what I’m doing. Okay? I’ve popped cherries of Program guys before. It’s supposed to be like this.”

She plunged down onto you. Her cunt was like a hot fist. You bit off a scream.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Don’t come. Focus on me, Gary. What am I feeling?” She put your hands on her breasts.