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HER SEXY D-CUPS  Chapter 4 Part 2 of 2

Chapter 4 Part 2 of 2
“It’s nice to see you again,” Rita said, as she briefly squeezed my hand. “Thanks for meeting me.”
“My pleasure,” I said. “Couldn’t pass up the chance to have a drink with a pretty lady!”
“So, are you doing anything exciting for Christmas?” she asked.
“No, not really. I have not been able to get in the spirit yet this year,” I replied.
“I know what you mean. The Christmas party for my office, God, what a drag. I did not even want to go, but I figured I better or it might not look too good. And I wanted to get a look at Eva’s husband, everybody did. But everybody was shocked to find out he was a dead ringer for you!”
I asked her how her job was going.
“It’s gotten weird around there,” she said, “Between me and Eva, anyway, with what happened between you two and between me and Daryl. In fact, I have accepted a new job working for the state, but I do not start until February first. I have not told Eva yet. I am sure she will be relieved, though.”
We sipped our drinks in silence for a moment or two.
“So,” Rita said, “These last few months have been kind of crazy for both of us, huh?” I nodded. “I still cannot believe it all happened. And I’m not proud of it, Adam, I mean that.”
“If you don’t want to tell me I understand, but what happened with you and Daryl?”
“I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to hate me!”
“I could never hate you.”
“Well, it started out okay, it was something new and different, kind of exciting. And Daryl treated me nicely and seemed to care about me.
But then he started to get weird.”
“How so?” I asked. She took a large gulp of her drink.
“First he started hinting around about he wanted to bring another man into bed with us. He wanted to watch me have sex with another guy and then join us and have a threesome.”
“Yep. He even suggested you!”
“Me? Holy shit!”
“Yeah, I know, and then he finally tells me, this is a few weeks into it, that he’s bisexual!”
“Bisexual? Are you kidding me?”
“Nope, true story. You remember the drummer in his band?”
“Yeah, Sam or Sal…”
“Stu. Well, they are lovers!”
“Get out of town!” I blurted.
“So, the next thing I know I am in bed having sex with both and getting Duped, and then I must watch the two of them suck and fuck each other! Ugh…” She shivered at the thought.
“How long did that go on?” I asked.
“Too long!” she said. “Right up till I said goodbye.”
I waved, and the server fetched us two more drinks. Rita unhooked her bun and let her long hair down. It was longer than I had ever seen, all the way down to her cute butt. We were quiet for a minute when she started crying softly. I put my hand on hers.
“What is the matter, Rita? It is okay. It is all over now,” I said.
“I felt like such a fucking whore!” she blurted.
“You are not a whore!”
“I felt so dirty!”
“You are not dirty. You just had a Black Attack. I guess we both did!”
“You don’t hate me?”
“Of course, I don’t hate you.”
After another awkward pause, she looked me in the eyes. Her eyeballs were wide and covered with a wet glaze.
“I miss you,” she said softly.
“I miss you too,” I replied. She smiled and lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it.
“So, what do you want for Christmas?” I asked, trying to change the subject and uplift the somber mood.
She smiled. “Do you really want to know? It is not something you can order from Amazon! There are two things.”
“What are they?”
Rita leaned toward me; her face close to mine. She licked her lips before she spoke.
“First, I want you to come home with me tonight so I can make love to you. And second, tomorrow I want you to move back in. But for good this time.”
Our eyes stayed glued for a few seconds before I broke into a smile. When she saw my smile, she soon matched it, and then I kissed her.
“How about we blow this joint?” I said next. I started to get my wallet out, but Rita said no, it was her treat, remember?
Once outside, standing beside her car we fell into a full embrace, locked in our arms, and a long deep kiss. I felt the familiar contour of her lips and tongue, the taste of her mouth, and took in her delicious scent, her own personal, irresistible combo of floral and fruit.
I followed her home in my car with a hungry bulge in my pants.
It was a wonderful Christmas.
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