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I like this, she murmured, smiling sweetly.
Sida, Sugar, please, he begged, Don t tease&
Tease? Don t tease? she gave that some thought--about a second and a half s
worth. Okay.
With a smile, she opened her legs wide and settled onto his hard erection.
Oh, Darlin , he groaned.
Slowly she rose, feeling his strong grip tighten on her hips. He held her in place
and flexed. All she could do was gasp as, filling her completely his hard length surged
into her from below.
Like that, Sugar? his voice sounds like a husky, painful whisper.
Yeah, she choked, leaning back, gripping his thighs, riding him.
Still holding her in place, he pumps his hips up, once, twice, a third time, hard,
pulling almost out every time.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she urged, leaning forward, her chest rubbing his as his hands
slid around to cup her derriere.
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Every upward heave caused his fingers to slip between her nether cheeks,
caressing that so sensitive flesh there. Sida couldn t help moaning, not bothering to thrust
back, just letting him do all the work.
She wanted more from him, more contact, more something. Not able to get any
words out, she bit down on the ball of his muscular shoulder.
That had the desired effect. With a grunt and a roll, Terry Lee was back on top
with her legs wrapped around his waist. His big, wide palms cupping her cheeks and
plunging for all he was worth.
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Chapter Four
What do you think of this one? Sida asked, holding an acid green halter top up
for approval.
You have never looked good in that color, Sida, declared her best friend Shirl,
shaking her head. Why are you even looking at that?
Replacing the top on the rack, Sida sifted through the offerings, sliding one
hanger after another around the circular metal bar. I just want to catch Terry Lee s eye,
that s all, she murmured, lifting a bright orange halter and holding it against her chest.
You ve caught his eye, girlfriend, Shirl planted both hands on her hips and
aimed a glare at her friend. You wear that, you ll blind him& and not in a good way,
either!
There s a good way to blind somebody? Sida giggled, putting the orange scrap
of fabric back where it came from.
You know what I mean! Shirl growled, turning her back on her friend and
flouncing over to a clearance wrack. We hit some good sales today. Is every store in the
mall having a sale?
I really don t know what you mean, Sida snorted, skimming through the
offerings in front of her. And yeah, it s a special, end of season thing, I think.
Shirl huffed impatiently. I mean that poor Terry Lee is already blind to
everybody but you, Hon. But if you show up wearing something that tacky, he ll be just
plain blind.
Don t you have these in a size nine? Sida demanded loudly of a nearby sales
girl. She smiled, softening her imperious tone somewhat.
I ll go see, but I don t think so, the young woman offered, disappearing quickly
into a back room behind the register.
Shirl snickered at her friend, earning herself an elbow to the ribs. It s just your
world and we re all living in it, huh? she joked.
Works for me, Sida agreed, grinning at her friend. So, do you think Terry Lee
is really serious about me? she asked, her tone bland, trying to minimize how important
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the answer was to her. She glanced over at the other woman, looking to catch her
reaction.
Serious? Come on, Sida! Shirl rolled her eyes dramatically. That boy has got it
baaaad! She nudged Sida with her hip. Almost as bad as you! she snickered.
Sida felt her face heat up. She couldn t deny it. She did have it bad. Very bad.
He wants me to tell my parents that I don t really want to be a doctor. She let
that hang in the air, knowing well how her friend felt about that.
Good. You should tell them that, girl. It s almost like lying to em, not telling
them& especially with them building you those offices, Shirl insisted.
He didn t put it quite that way, Sida mumbled, holding up a bottle green top for
Shirl s approval. A nod of approval and she turned just as the sales clerk appeared.
One pair left, she smiled, offering the garment to Sida.
Perfect, Sida grinned in praise, beaming at the pleased young woman. Turning
back to Shirl, she went on, I don t think they could handle me telling them both things at
once, she informed her friend. At Shirl s blank look, she explained, You know, if I told
them I m in love with a carpenter and I don t want to do what they ve always dreamed
for me. It just seems like a bit much&
I guess& Shirl shrugged. So you still want to get your legs waxed? she
asked, leading the way to the check out counter.
Maybe my pits, Sida murmured, looking at the strappy green tank top.
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