Aaron lay naked in bed, the creamy silk sheet barely covering his torso, his legs wrapped around Cindy’s once again. Heaven, that tangy sweetness and milky warmth of being inside Cindy, feeling the bristles of their pubic hairs rushing together and then apart – so sweet, tears edged out of his eyes. He felt Cindy’s tangle of dark hair against his neck, her head on his chest, the smooth contours of her left breast nestled between his armpit and his torso. Could it ever get better than this?
Yes, it could.
He gently edged himself to the right side of the bed, put one leg down on the floor, and slid out of bed. Good, he said, looking back at Cindy – he didn’t wake her. He put on his pale blue silk shorts, though they couldn’t hide his erection. He crossed his fingers, hopefully Aunt Wilhelmina wouldn’t be wandering the hallways, and opened the door. Looked left, looked right – good, coast was clear. He tiptoed across the hallway and opened the door.
Jeffrey lay in bed. “Hey man,” he said, stroking his chest and wriggling his hips under the sheets, “glad you could come on over. Sure was noisy in that room an hour ago.”
“Dude, you up for messing around some more?”
“Look under the sheets, man, all for you.”
Aaron stripped off his shorts, pulled the sheet off from Jeffrey, and they were at it – again. A perfect world, Aaron thought, it’d all started so easily with the two of them – now it couldn’t get any better. But just as he was about to lift Jeffrey’s legs up, the door opened. Jennifer stood in the entrance in one of Aunt Wilhelmina’s robes.
“Aaron Aardvark, you lying cheating bastard, get your sorry ass back over here now. I’m not done with you.”
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