She walked into his kitchen wearing nothing but a towel.

Christopher Pritchard froze with the coffee mug raised halfway to his mouth. "Damn," he muttered.

Joni loved to walk around the house in next to nothing because she knew it made him crazy. Ivory skin, firm breasts the size of apples, incredibly long legs, short red hair, big brown eyes...they all combined to keep his cock perpetually hard.

She sauntered up to him, a siren's smile curving her lips. "I thought I'd show you what you'll be missing while you're on your fishing trip."

Her towel fell to the floor.

Chris inhaled sharply as his gaze slowly traveled over her curves. They'd made love less than an hour ago. That didn't seem to matter to his cock. One look at her body and he wanted her again.

"You are an evil woman."

She grinned impishly. "I know."

Chris reached out and whisked his thumb across her nipple. It immediately puckered, as if begging for more. He set his mug on the counter, then cradled both breasts in his hands. His cock grew harder with each pass of his thumbs over her nipples. "This isn't fair, Joni. Lance will be here in half an hour."

She arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands. "That's plenty of time for a quickie."

The thought was tempting. Joni stood before him, fresh from a shower and smelling like flowers from that liquid soap she used. If he slid his hand between her thighs, he knew he'd find her wet and open.

Joni wrapped her arms around Chris' neck and pressed her body to his. She shifted her hips back and forth, rubbing his rod with her mound. "It's been a long time since you've fucked me on the kitchen table."

A man could only take so much teasing before he had to act. Chris cradled Joni's face in his hands and kissed her deeply. She sighed and parted her lips for the thrust of his tongue. She drew it into her mouth, nipping it gently before sucking on it. She licked the corner of his mouth, ran her tongue across his bottom lip.

He'd never experienced kisses so hot as the ones he shared with Joni.

Still kissing her, Chris walked her backward until she bumped up against the round wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. "Bend over," he ordered against her lips.

After one more kiss, Joni turned and did as he said. Chris spread her buttocks with this thumbs and stared at her pussy. It was definitely wet and open and waiting for his cock.

He had to taste her first.

Dropping to his knees, Chris licked her from her clit to her anus. He heard Joni's soft gasp before she spread her legs another few inches. She loved it when he ate her pussy. That worked for Chris since he loved it too. He savored the sweet-salty taste of her juices as he ran his tongue up and down her labia.

"That feels incredible." Joni pressed her pussy closer to his face. "You are so good at that."

Chris drove his tongue into her ass. While he hadn't had dozens of lovers in his life, he'd had enough to know that many women didn't enjoy anal play. Joni did. He considered himself very lucky to be in love with a woman whose sexual appetite matched his own.

He began to fuck her ass with his tongue. She sometimes came with only the anal stimulation, but usually needed attention to her clit too. Chris could tell by her raspy breathing that it wouldn't be much longer before she climaxed. He fingered her clit as he continued tongue-fucking her ass.

"God, I love what you do with your tongue!"

Chris smiled to himself. He didn't doubt her statement at all, considering oral sex was always part of their lovemaking...both for her and him.

Her body stilled, then she released a loud moan and shivered. "Yes! God, yes!"

Chris pushed two fingers inside her channel and her walls contracted around them. He continued to lick her anus until she stilled again.

It felt as if his cock would burst his zipper at any moment. She wanted a quickie, so she would get a quickie. Chris stood, unfastened his jeans, and rammed his shaft inside her pussy. Gripping Joni's hips, he thrust into her hard and fast.

Sweat popped out on his forehead. His heart pounded. He struggled to breathe without panting. He watched the way her feminine lips seemed to clasp his hard flesh, as if not wanting to release it. Her cream coated his rod, making it slide easily in and out of her body.

His orgasm built quickly in his balls. It engulfed his body when he felt Joni's pussy contract around his cock from her second orgasm.

Chris leaned over Joni and kissed her nape. "Damn, woman. You're going to kill me with sex."

"What a way to go."

He chuckled. Dying from sex would definitely be the best way to go, especially if he was wrapped in Joni's arms at the time. He'd known her for eight months. She'd lived with him for three. The love he felt for Joni was so much stronger than anything he'd felt for any other woman in his life.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

He kissed her nape again, nipped her earlobe. "Did you like your quickie?"

"I came twice and you have to ask if I liked it?"

"Just making sure." Chris straightened and slowly withdrew his cock from her. He helped Joni stand, then turned her in his arms for a soft kiss. "I want you to be satisfied."

"I'm always satisfied. You are an amazing lover."

"You just love me for my tongue."

Smiling wickedly, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "And other parts of your anatomy."

"I had no idea you liked sex so much when I started dating you."

"But aren't you glad?"

Chris squeezed her buttocks. "Immensely."

He lowered his head to kiss her, but stopped before he touched her lips when he heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. "I think Lance is here. I told him to come to the kitchen door."

"That's my cue to get out of here."

Joni bent over and scooped up her towel. Chris couldn't resist giving one buttock a hard smack while it was up in the air. Releasing a gasp of outrage, she straightened and rubbed her abused flesh. "You'll pay for that."

He grinned. "I sincerely hope so."

Joni scampered from the room. Chris heard a car door close. Grabbing the dish towel off the oven handle, he quickly wiped off his cock and stuffed it back in his briefs. He'd fastened his belt when he heard a knock on the kitchen door. Tossing the soiled towel beneath the sink, Chris hurried to the door.

He'd kept in contact via phone and email during the ten years since he and Lance graduated from college. This was the first time he'd seen his friend in two years. A quick glance took in the neatly-trimmed beard, the long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, the tall body that was just as fit as ten years ago.

Chris smiled. "Hey, man."

"Hey, yourself." Lance stepped through the door and enveloped Chris in a back-pounding hug. "It's good to see you."

"You too." Chris closed the door, then faced his friend. "How was your trip?"

"Good. I enjoyed the drive. It's been a long time since I drove simply for pleasure."

Chris motioned toward the table. "Sit down. You want coffee?"

"Yeah, after I use your bathroom."

"Sure. Through the living room into the hall, first door on the right."

It wasn't until Lance had left the kitchen that Chris realized his cheeks ached from smiling so much. He'd really missed his friend. He and Lance had been practically inseparable in college since the very first day. They'd both signed up for Professor Donna Kern's English class because she had huge tits. Thinking with their cocks as most normal eighteen-year-old boys, that had been the most important requirement as far as they were concerned.

Finding out if her tits were real was a bit more difficult. Lance managed that feat two months into the class when he talked her into some private tutoring. She'd tutored him, but not in English. Lance had guaranteed Chris that everything Professor Kern possessed was definitely real.

Not that he didn't believe his friend, but Chris wanted to find out for himself. His private tutoring began two weeks later. The thirty-two-year-old had taught Chris more about sex than any woman he'd been with, before or after her.

He and Lance had taken turns fucking the professor through their freshman and sophomore years. Chris had often fantasized about a threesome, but never mentioned it to Lance. He didn't know how Lance would react to the suggestion. Chris thought it would've been fun.

He still thought it would be fun.

"Much better," Lance said as he walked back into the kitchen. "Now I have room for coffee."

"Coming right up."

Now that the idea of a ménage a trois popped into his mind, Chris couldn't stop thinking about it. He poured coffee into two thick mugs while sexy images ran through his head. He could see Joni on their bed, her legs spread wide to expose her creamy pussy. He'd lick up her juices while she sucked Lance's cock. She'd come with his tongue before he fucked her. Maybe he'd watch while Lance fucked her. Or maybe they'd both take her at the same time...one in her pussy, one in her ass.

Damn, he liked that thought.

"The coffee'll be cold before you get it over here."

Snapping back to the present, Chris picked up the mugs and carried them to the table. "Sorry. Just daydreaming." He set one mug in front of Lance. "Try this. It's my new breakfast blend. I found a different supplier and really like their coffee."

Lance took a cautious sip of the hot beverage. "Very good. I like it."

"I'm going to start serving it in a couple of weeks, when my current supply runs out."

"So your coffee place is doing well?"

"Yeah. Business has picked up a lot the last few months. I expect it to get even better when the bookstore goes in next door."

"You told me about that in your last email. A friend of yours is converting an older building into a bookstore, right?"

"Yeah. He talked to me about tearing out the wall between our two buildings so people could pass through. His dad owns the whole block, so there wasn't any problem getting the go-ahead on the conversion. Joni's going to do the artwork on the walls in the bookstore so it'll blend with my shop. She's an incredible artist."

Lance took another sip of his coffee. "So when do I get to meet Joni?"

"She's getting dressed. She'll be here in a few minutes."

"You've raved about her for months."

"She's special."

"She must be." Setting down his mug, Lance leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table. "Were you daydreaming about her while you were getting the coffee? You were completely lost in thought."

This close, Chris could see the different colors in Lance's eyes. The many specks of silver and white made his blue eyes look icy. Lance was handsome almost to the point of being pretty. The dark eyelashes, straight nose, high cheekbones, and strong jawline all combined to make him a chick magnet. He'd never had any trouble getting any girl he wanted into bed. He'd seen gals--and guys--take a second look at Lance when they walked by him.

When Chris realized he was staring at Lance, he picked up his mug for a quick sip. His heart beat a bit faster, and he wasn't sure why. "Actually, I was thinking about Donna Kern. Remember her?"

A wicked grin turned up Lance's lips. "Oh, yes. I definitely remember Professor Kern." He sat back in his chair. "What made you think about her?"

"Just remembering when you and I met, and how we were both in her class."

"And how we both fucked her."

"Yeah, that too."

Lance chuckled. "She was one hot piece. Almost insatiable."

"Perfect for an eighteen-year-old guy."

"That's true." Lance picked up his mug. "She taught me some moves that I didn't think were physically possible."

The sharp tap-tap of Joni's high heels on the wooden floor announced her arrival. Chris looked up as she stepped into the kitchen. As always when he saw her, his heart stuttered in his chest. Smiling, he stood. "Here's my gal."

Lance also stood and turned to face Joni. Chris saw Joni stumble a step and her eyes widen. He'd shown her pictures of Lance, but pictures didn't do him justice. The man should've made his living in front of the camera instead of behind it.

"Lance, my favorite lady, Joni Wagner. Joni, my best bud, Lance Fitzgerald."

Joni smiled and held out her hand for Lance to shake. "Finally, I get to meet the famous photographer."

Lance looked at her hand and shook his head. "Nope, that won't do it." He took Joni's hand and drew her closer. "Chris' favorite lady gets a hug."

Chris saw Joni's eyes cross when Lance hugged her. He chuckled. He didn't feel any jealousy, even though his lover found another man attractive. He and Joni often pointed out other people to each other, commenting on their looks, their clothes, their hair. They had the kind of open relationship he'd always wanted with a woman.

Lance released Joni and grinned at Chris. "She's a good hugger."

"She's a good everything."

A blush bloomed in Joni's cheeks, even as she scowled at Chris. "I suppose you two are going to talk about sex and past lovers while you're on that boat."

"Absolutely."

"Don't tell him all my secrets, okay?"

"You mean I can't tell Lance about that little sound you make when--"

Joni slapped her hand over Chris' mouth. "Yeah, like that. At least don't tell him when I'm around."

Chris nipped the side of her hand. "Deal. I won't tell him any of your secrets when you're around."

"Why doesn't that make me feel better?"

Lance laughed. "She's got you pegged, Chris."

"Since our first date."

Joni smiled tenderly and touched Chris' cheek. "You were such a gentleman on that date. You barely touched me." She looked at Lance. "He gave me a chaste peck on the cheek at my front door after our date. He wouldn't even come in for coffee."

"I didn't trust myself not to jump your bones."

"You had no problem on the second date."

Chris bobbled his eyebrows. "I didn't have to be a gentleman on the second date."

"You see what I have to put up with?" Joni asked Lance.

Lance held up both hands. "I'm not getting involved."

"You're a smart man." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "I hate to break this up, guys, but I have to go to work. Lance, we'll talk more on Sunday."

"I'll look forward to it."

"I'm gonna walk Joni to her car," Chris said. "Be right back."

Chris pushed the button to raise the garage door, then opened Joni's car door. He framed her in the opening, one arm over the door, one on the roof. "So, what do you think of Lance?"

"He's nice. He seems to have a great sense of humor."

"He does."

"And he's gorgeous."

"I figured you'd notice that."

Cradling his face in her hands, Joni kissed him softly. "So are you. And I love you."

"I love you too." Chris kissed her, longer and deeper. "I'll miss you."

"You'll be so busy catching fish and BS-ing with Lance, you won't even think of me."

"Wanna bet?"

She smiled. "I'll miss you too. Especially at night in bed."

"Don't wear out your vibrator while I'm gone."

"Thanks for the reminder. I'd better buy more batteries."

Joni giggled, and Chris joined in her laughter. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her close. "You realize I'll fantasize about you and that vibrator the entire time I'm gone."

"We can play with it together when you get back."

"That's a deal." He kissed her again while caressing her back and buttocks. "I'll call you tonight."

"Okay. Have fun, but be careful."

Joni slid behind the wheel and started her car. Chris watched until it was out of sight before lowering the garage door. He would definitely miss Joni, but he'd have three days on the water with his best friend.

He could hardly wait to get on the boat.

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