Her bed was huge and high. I literally had to climb up onto it. There was a balcony in there, too, but she pulled the blinds before coming to join me in bed, shutting the world out.

"You could have had your pick of any woman there tonight. Why me?" I wondered out loud as she captured my nipple in her mouth.

"I like you," she said simply, pressing my breasts together, trying to capture both my nipples at once. My breasts were large, but not quite that large, and she had to bridge the difference with the wet lash of her tongue. "You're so young and sweet, beautiful…"

"So are you." I looked back as she rolled me over, moving down to kiss and nibble my behind.

Catherine laughed, her fingernails grazing the globes of my cheeks, my ass clenching in response. "How old are you? Twenty-one?"

"Twenty-three." I sounded defensive. I probably was.

"Talk to me when you're thirty-three and you've been to a plastic surgeon twice, and you've had more Botox in your body than should be legal."

"You'd be beautiful anyway." I let her spread my thighs, her fingers searching for my clit, still so sensitive from my orgasm. "I'm sure your husband thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"I don't know." Her hand stopped moving between my legs, her lips still on my behind.

For some reason I thought of TJ and Ronnie then, the way he looked at her when she didn't know he was watching, the way his eyes followed her around a room. Every woman should have that, I thought-one man who couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Catherine moved to stretch out beside me and I looked over at her in the lamp light. She looked sad and I wanted to hug her.

"I didn't mean to pry," I apologized.