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  Not fifteen minutes into the trip the heavens opened up on the desolate highway. My windshield wipers were flapping, Shania Twain sang “Forever and for Always” in the background, and I thought of Gwen because Gwen had a thing for her. Shit, I wanted Gwen in my arms. We used to go at it like rabbits most every night and even in the morning, but now I was hardly ever home. Her love was like medicine and I hated to keep skipping doses. I felt sick when I left. Every nerve in my body felt like it would shrivel up and die from lack of use. My clit ached from neglect. How could I concentrate on driving when my thoughts were on my crotch?

  I thought about going down on her. The cab got very hot even with the air on. I opened the window and felt my face sizzle when raindrops blew in. It felt good, but I still wanted my girl. I’d rub my hands lightly over her breasts, tweak her nipples, and tease my way down her slightly rounded abdomen to her belly tattoo of the phoenix rising from the ashes. From there it was a quick trip down to the familiar folds that parted for my tongue as I lapped at her creamy center. A shot of electricity went straight through my pelvis at the thought of her screaming my name as she came.

  I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. What would be the big deal if I bought the plane tickets and the other surprises next year? It was too late to turn around, so I tried to grin and bear it.

  Twenty more miles to my first stop and it couldn’t come a moment too soon. I pulled off the highway, weighed in, and took care of business at the rest stop. I reached for my cell phone to ring Gwen at the diner but then figured she might be busy with the after-movie midnight rush. It was time I took a break, so I plopped down on the bed in the back, not even bothering to get under the blanket Gwen had neatly tucked into the corners. Still horny and thinking of Gwen, I unzipped my jeans, jerked off hard, and exploded within seconds. Instead of feeling satisfied, though, I was more strung out.

  I must have had a perpetual hard-on, because I found my hands in my pants when another come woke me up in a sweat. Too restless to sleep, I figured I might as well drive. I popped a piece of spearmint gum into my mouth, hopped out of the cab, and headed into my favorite roadside diner.

  “Sam, what the hell you doin’ back here so soon, honey?” Sylvia, my favorite waitress besides Gwen, asked. She acted surprised, but she righted the cup and saucer on the counter.

  “Hi, Syl. Doing another run.” She poured my coffee before I sat down. “What’ve you got that’s good?”

  “Something special—go on back and shower first. Use the one in the employee washroom. It’s cleaner than the public one.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Why not? You’re a regular. The boss won’t mind, and besides, he ain’t here.” Syl winked. She’d known me for years from when she’d worked with Gwen at the diner.

  “Okay then. Wouldn’t mind a private shower.”

  It felt great to get out of my boots and jeans and under the hot spray. I don’t think I was in the shower five minutes when I heard the door open.

  “Syl? Is that you?”

  The next thing I knew, I wasn’t alone, and some naked redhead slicked her hands all over the front of my body.

  “Who are you?”

  “Ginger Snap.” She flicked her wet fingers and a droplet flew in my eye. I blinked and almost expected her to be gone when I opened my eyes. But she was still there.

  “You can call me Gwen, though.”

  “No, I’m…I can’t.” I pushed her away and accidentally brushed her large nipples. Ginger’s sizable breasts made her waist look even tinier. A thin strip of red hair peeked out from between her thighs.

  “Why don’t I help you wash so we can go have breakfast in your truck?” she purred while teasing me with her trimmed, brightly painted fingernails. She was doing her best, but I had to be good for my girl.

  “No thanks. I already ate,” I lied.

  Ginger Snap went for my tits and I pushed her away harder than I intended.

  “You like it rough?” She licked her lips and threw her head back, exposing her neck. “Gwen told me you were an animal.”

  “What?”

  “Gwen sent me to surprise you.”

  Shock and arousal threatened to land me on the floor. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

  “She said that I should call you Beaufort and tell you that your Lucretia Belle loves you mucho. Now, do you want your anniversary present or what?”

  I was so confused that this time when Ginger pulled me closer, I was too slow to fight her off. She went to work soaping me up between my legs, and Jesus, I was so horny and Gwen—Ginger separated my folds with her fingers and rinsed off the soap with the handheld nozzle.

  I couldn’t help myself, my clit was thumping. “Don’t stop…”

  She bit my nipple and I sucked in my breath. Her fingers were soon swallowed up deep inside, with only her thumb left to fondle my clit. Ginger’s fingers fucked me, but I imagined it was Gwen taking me all the way. Goose bumps traveled the length of my body, starting with my puckered nipples, and I came like a bandit.

  “Oh, God. What did I just do?” The guilt hit me and I leapt out of the shower.

  “You came.”

  “Yeah, and now I have to go. See ya.” I grabbed a towel that barely covered my body.

  “Let me help you get dressed.”

  “No! I got it.”

  I don’t remember the last time I dressed that quickly, but I was out of there and running past Sylvia without so much as a good-bye. I felt cold, lonely, and miserable.

  “My keys? Where the fuck are my keys?” I dumped the contents of my backpack onto the pavement. Grabbing the keys, I shoved my stuff back into my bag and hopped into the cab. I rested my head on the steering wheel, not ready to start the truck and certainly not thinking about my delivery schedule.

  “What’s the matter, Beaufort?”

  I turned toward the voice and Gwen’s lovely head poked through the partition.

  “Happy anniversary, sweetie.”

  “Oh, Gwen, babe, I…”

  “Didn’t you like Ginger?”

  “Yes. No. What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here to give you the second part of your surprise. Ginger was just to get you warmed up. Was she as good as the fantasy you told me about? I wanted her to be.”

  “I felt like I cheated on you.”

  “Shh, your fantasy is about to get better.” Gwen pulled me closer and bit my lower lip, drawing me to her for a mind-blowing kiss.

  I couldn’t imagine anything better than having her there in my cab until she revealed the rest of her body, clad in a leather bra minus the cups and a thong minus the panty. I had no idea what they called these things, but I grinned from ear to ear like a damn fool. I pulled her to me by her beautiful bare behind and ravished every bit of her skin with my lips, teeth, and tongue.

  “Oh, God, you shaped your pubes in a heart for me. You’re full of surprises today, aren’t you?” I buried my nose in her crotch and laughed.

  “There’s more.”

  Just then, Ginger poked her head out from the back, sporting a matching leather outfit and a big thick dick. Ginger snapped her fingers and I did a double take when a third girl, a Shania Twain clone, appeared in a sheer teddy and high heels.

  “You always said you wanted a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette all at the same time,” Gwen said. “I was going to dye my hair all three shades, but thought you’d get more of a kick out of this.”

  I had three incredibly sexy femmes with nothing else to do but please me. Was this for real?

  I had a second’s worry about messing up the sleeper when Ginger poured caramel syrup onto Gwen’s breasts, butt, and inner thighs while the brunette lathered me up in dark chocolate—Gwen’s favorite—but this was too appetizing to pass up. I loved caramel and went right for my favorite breasts. After all, I’d make sure nothing dripped anywhere except my mouth.

  “Ooh, yeah,” Gwen moaned as I licked the syrup right off her breasts. She took a tas
te of my chocolate and lost herself licking me clean. I loved it.

  Ginger spooned me and nibbled on the back of my neck. I dipped my fingers into Gwen’s pussy, mixed her juices with some caramel, and tasted it before sharing some with her. While she licked my fingers, Ginger and the brunette untangled themselves from us and started making out like they had done that dance before. Gwen nestled her naked ass neatly in my lap as we watched Ginger fuck her friend. Each time the dildo pounded the brunette’s pussy, it may as well have been mine. I played with Gwen’s clit and she pulled at my hair and dragged my mouth to the space between her neck and shoulder. I gave her a hickey for old times’ sake, as if we were teenagers back in school behind the bleachers at the homecoming game, the very first time we kissed. Thirty blissful years went before my eyes in a flash.

  “I love you,” I whispered, teasing her opening.

  “Me too. Oh, in, go in, Sam.”

  I slid my fingers in and she squeezed around my hand. I shifted Gwen onto her back so I could fuck her properly while next to her, the brunette’s breasts bounced wildly and her tight stomach muscles rippled every time Ginger drove in the dick. I dove between Gwen’s thighs and found the spot I longed to eat. When I sucked on Gwen’s clit, she screamed. I bit gently and she scratched my back. Then I licked all around it, and she nearly punched me. The brunette carried on like she was about to come and Ginger panted and fucked her harder.

  “Ohgodohgod, stop teasing, ooh.” Gwen screamed some more and the brunette joined in. I tongued Gwen’s clit the way I knew would make her come—long, hard, and fierce. I wanted it to be as perfect as her present was for me.

  “Oh, Sam, baby, oooh, yeah.” Gwen shuddered and bucked under my face, but I didn’t quit until I was sure I got every last drop.

  Looking bleary-eyed like she’d just got off too, Ginger pulled out of the brunette, who was sprawled out totally wasted. I motioned for Ginger to take Gwen while I watched, but to my surprise, she put the harness on me. Then she quickly slapped on a fresh condom and slicked it with lube. I wasted no time thrusting into my very best girl in the whole wide world.

  I fucked Gwen for everything she was to me and then fucked her some more. The base of the cock dug into my clit and took me for a ride too. With my baby beneath me, I claimed what was mine and forgot we had an audience, my ultimate fantasy, or so I once thought. Finally, I exploded all over Gwen and collapsed on top of her, every muscle in my body exhausted. We never even noticed how or when Ginger and her friend let themselves out. Turned out Gwen was the only fantasy I ever needed, and I knew that it was the same for her.

  “Do you really have to be away so much? I want us to be like this for always,” Gwen said, nuzzling my neck with her teeth.

  “I was trying to save enough to get us that trip to Australia you always talk about.”

  “Oh, Sam, I don’t need a trip. All I need is you for another twenty-five years or more.”

  “You got me. Always and forever.” I sealed the deal with a kiss. It was the happiest anniversary ever, and lucky me, there were a lot more to come.

  Pendulum

  Gabrielle Goldsby

  “The pendulum is bound to swing in my direction at some point, right? I mean, how many times can a person get screwed over in one year?”

  “I think your record is three, but it’s only September. You still have time to break it.”

  “Thanks for keeping count, Ciara.”

  “Welcome,” she said as she tossed the last of four suitcases into her trunk and slammed it closed.

  “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

  “Yup, I did. See, that’s your problem.”

  “I have a problem?”

  “Yeah, you make it fun for people to be mean to you, Leigh.”

  “Well, why do I have to be the brunt of every joke?”

  Instead of answering, Ciara unlocked the passenger door of her car and left it open.

  “Seriously, if you know I wish you’d tell me.” I relinquished my perch on the fire hydrant and looked back at the house that, until forty minutes earlier, I had shared with my girlfriend. My now ex-girlfriend.

  “Hey, don’t look,” I whispered. “I think she’s peeking through the curtain. Act like we’re having fun.”

  In typical Ciara fashion, she ignored my instruction not to look and squinted at the darkened house. “Nope,” she said as she walked around the car, “that’s just the heater kicking on and making the curtains billow.”

  “Oh.” I slid into the car and slammed the door shut. “You think she’ll give Yoshi back when I get a place?” I asked once Ciara was sitting next to me.

  Ciara snickered, shut her door, and fastened her seat belt. “I think you just lost your cat.”

  “But he’s mine. She didn’t even like cats until she met Yoshi.”

  Ciara shook her head. “Then why didn’t you bring him with you? Buckle your seat belt.”

  I found it tucked into a crevice of the seat and fastened it with a flourish. Ciara wouldn’t start the car until she’d heard my seat belt click into place. She was kind of quirky that way. “It’s cold out there, I didn’t want him…”

  “You didn’t want your cat to be cold, but you let her put you out on the corner at ten o’clock at night?”

  “She didn’t put me out. I left.”

  “Why didn’t you wait inside?”

  Ciara pulled away from the house and the only regret I felt was the fact that I was leaving Yoshi behind. “She made it clear she didn’t want me there.”

  “Did she at least tell you why?”

  I shrugged. “I didn’t ask her because I don’t care.” Her silence prompted me to tell the truth. “She said I was boring.”

  “She told you that? To your face?”

  “No, she sent an e-mail to my mother and asked her to tell me. Of course she told me to my face.”

  “Let’s take stock, shall we? Your girlfriend just dumped you because she said you weren’t exciting enough.”

  “Boring. She used the word boring.”

  “Did you at least deny it?”

  I wanted to deny it, but how could I? The truth is I am pretty boring. My idea of fun is the day Ciara and I ditched work and drove to the beach. We ended up huddled together on an isolated sand dune, miles from our car. We talked for hours about everything and nothing. Fun was the time she caught chicken pox at the ripe old age of eighteen and I climbed into bed with her and read Little Women out loud until my voice gave out on me. And then there were the Sundays Ciara and I wasted sitting in a mom-and-pop coffee shop, arguing politics and current events. Boring was the wrong word. I was pathetic. What else would you call being in love with your best friend?

  “When are you going to start standing up for yourself, Leigh? You can’t keep letting women walk all over you.”

  “I don’t think she’s walking all over me. We aren’t compatible—”

  “So that’s it? You just move out? Leave most of your stuff, your cat—you loved that cat.”

  “He liked her better anyway.” My shoulder bumped into the passenger side window when Ciara jerked the steering wheel and pulled the car over to the side of the road. “What’s wrong? Why are we stopping?”

  Ciara hadn’t looked this grave since the day I told her that I was moving in with the eventual cat stealer.

  “We’re stopping because you’re starting to get on my nerves.”

  “I'm sorry.” I unbuckled my seat belt and reached for the door handle. I’d spent the first few years of our friendship fearing that she would say those exact words. Even with all that pre-worry, the pain still took me by surprise.

  “Damn it, Leigh, stop being such a wuss and grow some tits, for God’s sake.” She grabbed the back of my hood and wrenched me back into the car so forcefully that the door slammed shut.

  “What?” I froze as she kissed me hard, pushing my lips back against my teeth. I started to relax moments before she broke the kiss. When I realized that she was unzipping my j
acket, I grabbed her hand to stop her. “Ciara, wait. I don’t think we should.”

  “Why not?” Her question came out in a rush of warm, sweet-smelling breath against my cheek.

  “I think you’re doing this out of pity.”

  She released me and sucked air between her teeth. “Jesus…no wonder she put you out.”

  Ciara pulled the car back onto the road. And an odd heat settled in my chest. After all these years, what would posses her to kiss me like that? I was minding my own business, sitting on my fire hydrant. I had called her to tell her I was going to a hotel. Who asked her to come pick me up? It wasn’t like I didn’t have a good job and plenty of money and…

  “Who the hell needs you anyway?” I hadn’t intended on yelling, but I was close to tears. I wasn’t just boring. I was frustrated, scared, and stupid too.

  The car veered toward the curb and I fumbled with my seat belt and the door handle. She snagged the back of my hood again and when I turned around to tell her to quit, she grabbed my jacket and jerked me into another long, hard kiss.

  If I wasn’t so fucking boring, I wouldn’t have just allowed myself to be kissed. I would have stuck my tongue into her mouth, grabbed her breast or something sexy like that; but instead, a sob threatened. When she released me, I tugged and pulled my jacket until it was in some semblance of order. I was both confused and aroused and I was still too fucking boring to do anything about any of it. I put my fingers to my sensitive lips and asked, “Why do you keep doing that?”

  “Because I think something’s wrong with you.”

  “Oh that’s just great; something’s wrong with me, so you—”

  “Because I want you to stop…when are you going to get it?”

  “Get what?”

  “Oh my G—you need to stop dating these women that treat you wrong. There are people out there who…like you for you.”

  I don’t ever remember having a hard time meeting her eyes. Even after I realized that my crush was turning into something more painful, I could still meet her gaze. Tonight was different. Tonight I couldn’t look at her without feeling as if my chest was going to explode. The grinding of gears warned me to refasten my seat belt seconds before we gunned away from the curb.