Dear God… she would suck him the way he had taught her, while he pillaged her genitals with his tongue, and forever, she had felt certain that this time it would happen… but then he would shoot his hot, white, sweet-tasting sperm into her mouth and throat, and momentarily she wouldn't care. His ejaculation had been all that she'd waited for, just as when he placed it in her rectum… or between her breasts and she would slip her warm lips over its massive head when he was ready to cum.

Damn! What was she doing? She was working herself up into something by just thinking, that's what she was doing. She'd better get hold of her self. She took a long pull from her cigarette, following that with a draught of coffee. Really, if she wanted to face it, Jamey's visit last night was the inspiration. He'd come to see the apartment he'd said, and with Nadine off to the movies, it had nearly happened. She'd had all she could do to keep from giving in, and even then, it had gone way beyond what she'd promised herself.

She hadn't expected anyone and had just bathed. She was getting out of the tub when the knock came, and had quickly tossed her favorite, old chenille robe around her, tying it tight and assuring herself it was close around her throat. Her mid-back-length hair she had piled onto the crown of her head and she wore a towel wrapped strategically around it. She had felt like an idiot answering the door that way, but the caller was insistent with his knuckles and she'd responded just a bit irked, wondering if this new down-town location was going to bring them all of the door-to-door salesmen in the world.

"Jamey! Wh-what're you doing here?" Her delightful smile was automatic. "I-I obviously didn't expect anyone… let alone you."