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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 20
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MFF, teen, oral
Revision: 1.01
Word Count: 14,624
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY

When Kendall extended the mirror-like plate of cocaine, my first 
thought was to hand it to Felicia, untouched. But then I had 
second thoughts. If I didn't snort the line, would she kick us 
out of her apartment? Would she still have sex with me--with 
_us_--if I didn't do it? I desperately didn't want to seem 
uncool, but I _really_ didn't want to have anything to do with 
cocaine.

"Go on," Felicia urged, "it's good stuff."

I swallowed hard and tried not to look as anxious as I felt. "I'm 
cool for now," I said at last. "Thanks, though."

"Have you ever fucked on coke?" she asked.

"Sure," I lied, hoping I appeared a lot more confident than I 
was. Inside, however, I cursed myself. Drugs were bad enough, but 
cocaine wasn't like pot or acid--it was a serious drug. Peer 
pressure can make people say _any_thing, though, and I certainly 
wasn't an exception.

"It's totally amazing, isn't it?" Felicia asked, breaking my 
train of thought.

"I guess," I said with a shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. "But 
I kinda like to do it the old-fashioned way."

"Yeah, fucking while you're straight is cool and all," Felicia 
said, "but it's _so_ much better on coke. You sure you don't 
wanna do a line?"

When Kendall looked at me, she seemed to be urging me to do it, 
as if my complicity would absolve her of whatever guilt she felt.

"Nah," I said. "I'm cool... for now." What was I supposed to say? I 
_wasn't_ going to do any coke, but I didn't want to seem like a 
narc.

"That's cool," Felicia said. "More for us." Then she took the 
plate, used a razor blade to divide "my" line into two smaller 
ones, and finally snorted one.

Kendall didn't even glance at me before she snorted the other 
half of the line. When she looked up, however, she had a wild 
gleam in her eye.

I desperately wanted to know when she'd gotten so familiar with 
cocaine, but I couldn't exactly come right out and ask. Besides, 
Felicia put her foot on the couch--between my legs--and got my 
attention by tickling my balls with her toes.

"Kendall told me that you're good in bed," the blonde said.

I glanced at Kendall, whose eyes merely flashed in response. Then 
I looked back at Felicia. "It sounds like you two talked about a 
lot while you were in the bathroom," I said.

"Uh-huh," she replied, unabashed. "She said you're the best she's 
ever had."

In spite of my shock, I felt my face heating.

"She also said you've got a big cock. Eight inches, huh?" She 
punctuated her question with a glance at my crotch.

At that, I momentarily forgot about the coke. Like virtually 
every guy on the planet, I had measured my dick before. I knew 
that I was bigger than most guys, though, so I didn't worry about 
exact numbers. Even though Kendall's estimate had been generous--
by almost an inch--I wasn't going to argue the point.

"So, big boy," Felicia taunted, "are you gonna show me?" Even 
trapped by my pants and underwear, my erection made an obvious 
bulge. Her eyes practically smoldered as she looked at it.

"I thought you were going to show me your lingerie collection," I 
said, avoiding the question. I didn't mind showing her my dick, 
but I wanted to get her naked first. Her breasts--high, firm, 
round, and nearly perfect--had my mouth watering.

"So you're going to play hard to get?" Felicia asked, with a 
theatrical pout.

"If you want to get me _hard_," I replied boldly.

In spite of herself, she laughed. "It looks like we won't have 
any trouble doing that," she said, her eyes returning to my 
crotch. "But if you want to see my underwear, then you're gonna 
have to make it worth my while."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she practically purred. "You're gonna have to kiss 
me." Without waiting for my answer, she straddled my hips.

Kendall gasped in anticipation, and I spared her a quick glance 
before Felicia settled onto my lap. The blonde's lips crushed 
against mine, her lip gloss making our kiss a little slippery. As 
she ground her hips against me, I put my right hand on her thigh 
and ran it under her dress. I felt the tops of her stockings and 
then the bare skin of her upper thigh. Finally, I slipped my 
fingers around her ass and then under the elastic of her panties.

When we broke the kiss, she pulled back, her eyes closed. A 
moment later, her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed at me, her 
nostrils flaring with arousal. I pulled her toward me and our 
lips met again. Her tongue sparred with mine as she cupped my 
face, her blonde hair shrouding us.

I ran my left hand under her dress and through the leg of her 
panties, heedless of stretching the elastic. Her ass was smooth 
and firm, and I used it to pull her against me. She mewled softly 
and ground her pussy against the bulge of my erection. When we 
broke the kiss, her eyes were wild and slightly unfocused.

"Kendall said you were a good kisser," Felicia said softly.

"Mmm hmm," I replied. "She's a pretty good kisser too."

Felicia seemed to sober. Then she looked at me with a wry 
expression.

"Why don't you see for yourself," I suggested, flicking my eyes 
toward Kendall.

Felicia grinned at me. "What _is_ it with guys? You all seem to 
get off on the girl-girl scene."

"So sue me," I said, unrepentant. "I like watching two beautiful 
women kiss each other."

With an eye-roll, Felicia faced Kendall.

Kendall was hesitant at first, but when Felicia cupped her 
breast, their lips met. My erection throbbed as I watched them 
kiss. When they finally separated, both of them were breathing 
heavier, their cheeks flushed with arousal.

"Happy?" Felicia asked me, her hand still on Kendall's breast.

"So far, so good," I said. Then I pulled her hips toward me, 
grinding her pussy against my erection.

"So," Felicia said, her eyes a little unfocused, "about this 
fantasy of yours..."

"Mmm hmm?" I prompted.

"Does it involve the three of us fucking?" she asked. "Or is it 
just a girl-girl thing?"

"The three of us," I said.

"Good," she said quickly. "'Cause I like girls and all, but I 
_really_ wanna get fucked. Before I do, though," she said, "I 
want a little bump." Then she glanced at Kendall. "Are you ready 
for another?"

After a moment's hesitation, Kendall nodded. She didn't look at 
me, because she knew me well enough to know my answer when 
Felicia asked if I wanted one.

"Not yet," I said. "Maybe later."

Instead of standing up to retrieve the plate of cocaine from the 
coffee table, Felicia simply leaned back, her breasts flattening 
as she arched her back. When she sat forward, she flashed me a 
wild, excited look.

"I just _love_ fucking on coke," she said. "A little snow and I 
can fuck all night. Is that how it is with you?" she asked 
Kendall.

"I've only done it once," Kendall said, avoiding my gaze.

_With me?_ I wondered.

"But I didn't really enjoy it," she continued.

_Not with me._

"I was incredibly horny, but I was--" now she _did_ meet my eyes 
"--with some people I didn't really like."

_A-ha! _I mentally shouted. _Big Mistake Guy! And Hayley, who 
seems like just the type to be a cocaine slut,_ I thought acidly. 
_Strike five? Strike six? Strike one million and one._

"That's why I wanna do it with someone I love," Kendall added, 
her eyes pleading with me for acceptance.

Felicia finished cutting the short lines and immediately snorted 
one of them. She shuddered as it took effect. Then she passed the 
plate to Kendall.

Kendall's eyes grew round as she silently begged me to 
understand.

I _didn't_ understand. I wanted to shout at her not to do it. We 
didn't need _cocaine_ to have good--no, great--sex. She didn't 
need to prove anything, especially since she _wasn't_ a slut like 
Hayley.

But Kendall needed me to accept her, to forgive her for what she 
wanted to do. Maybe she was trying to erase the memory of Big 
Mistake Guy. Maybe she was trying to heighten our experience 
together. Maybe it was both, or something else entirely, 
something I didn't understand at all.

I didn't know what she was thinking, but I knew that I loved her. 
And I knew that Felicia's apartment wasn't the place to have a 
serious discussion about drugs and sex and love. Nor was it the 
time. That would come later. I had a million questions to ask, 
and I wouldn't let Kendall dodge them. But for the moment, she 
desperately wanted my understanding.

I loved her. I didn't like what she was doing, but I did love 
her.

After an angst-ridden moment, I nodded.

Kendall thanked me with her eyes and then swallowed hard. 
Finally, she picked up the glass tube and put it to her nose. 
Once again, I watched the white line disappear.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, almost reverently. "That makes me feel 
so... _alive_." When her eyes snapped open, she looked at me and 
moistened her lips. "I can't _wait_ to suck your dick," she said.

She seemed like a different person. She _was_ a different person, 
I realized. I could still detect traces of the old Kendall--the 
shy, demure, horny-yet-reserved Kendall--but all of her 
inhibitions seemed to disappear as the drug tightened its grip 
upon her.

"So you like having your cock sucked, huh?" Felicia asked me.

I tore my eyes away from Kendall and gazed at the blonde.

"I've been told I give good head," she continued. "So, do you 
want us to suck you off?"

I didn't know _what_ I wanted--my thoughts were chaotic. I didn't 
want Kendall using coke, but I couldn't stop her without making a 
scene. Worse, I was horny, and the little head kept urging me to 
just shut up and start fucking. After all, I had two beautiful, 
_horny_ girls in front of me, and my willpower was taking a 
severe beating.

I wanted to fuck them, no matter what they put up their noses. I 
knew I'd pay the price later, in self-recrimination, but at the 
moment, all I wanted to do was to lose myself in mindless sex. 
_I_ wasn't going to touch the cocaine, but for better or for 
worse, I couldn't undo what Kendall had already done.

Instead of answering Felicia, I pulled her toward me and kissed 
her. When she ran her hands over my chest and leaned into the 
kiss, I stopped thinking about anything but her body.

The little head had won.

Kendall and I would have a long talk, later. But for the moment, 
I decided to go with the flow. So I lifted Felicia's pink sweater 
dress and bunched it around her waist. She moaned softly when my 
fingers darted toward her panty-covered crotch. She moaned again 
as my hands roamed upward, cupping her breasts. I squeezed them 
gently, testing their firmness.

Finally, we broke the kiss so I could tug the fuzzy dress over 
her head and off her arms. Her white bra was so sheer that I 
could see the outlines of her erect nipples. Her panties were 
sheer as well, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her pubic hair. 
Like Kendall, she was wearing a garter belt. Her stockings were 
plain white, but they made her legs look even better (if that 
were possible).

She let me look for a moment, but then leaned forward to kiss me 
again. I caressed her warm skin as she writhed against me. We 
kissed for several long moments, our tongues thrusting and 
feinting in rhythm. My fingers found the catch of her bra and I 
smoothly popped it. She shrugged out of the flimsy garment 
without breaking the kiss.

Her nipples pressed against me through my shirt as she planted 
kisses along my jawline. Then she moved down, her lips tasting my 
neck. As she reached my chest, she began unbuttoning my shirt. I 
spared a quick glance at Kendall, who was rapt.

While the blonde was busy with my shirt, I drew Kendall close and 
kissed her. Her tongue darted into my mouth as the kiss heated 
up. The cocaine seemed to have made her horny _and_ assertive, 
and she rubbed my chest as Felicia pulled my shirt open.

All of a sudden, I felt something warm and wet surround my 
nipple. I started to sit up, but then relaxed--_slightly_--when I 
realized that it was Felicia's tongue. A moment later, I gasped 
when she gently bit my nipple. Much to my surprise, the sensation 
was actually pleasurable.

Kendall didn't seem to notice my anxious lurch, and kept right on 
kissing me, her body holding mine against the couch. I put my arm 
around her and cupped her ass. Then Felicia pulled the tail of my 
shirt out of my pants. I momentarily worried that the blonde 
might think my stomach wasn't flat enough, but my anxiety turned 
to pleasure as she kissed her way up my chest and then nipped at 
my crinkled nipple.

I put my right hand on the back of Felicia's head and tried to 
enjoy myself as she switched from nipple to nipple. I was a 
little self-conscious about having them sucked, but since it felt 
good--_very_ good--I didn't want her to stop.

With my free hand, I pulled Kendall's dress up. She rose onto her 
knees and the fuzzy garment slid over her ass. I cupped one 
satin-clad cheek and squeezed. She moaned into my mouth and then 
pulled back.

"I want to watch you fuck her," she whispered, her voice husky 
with desire.

"Okay," I said, "but take off your dress first."

She immediately crossed her arms and grasped the hem of the 
dress. She pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. A moment 
later, her heavy breasts swung free as she released the catch on 
her bra.

Felicia's eyes were drawn by the movement and she looked up.

"God, you've got fantastic tits," the blonde said.

Since Felicia was sitting up, I took a moment to admire _her_ 
breasts. They were magnificent. Even without the bra, they stood 
up firm and proud, topped with pinkish areolas.

She saw me looking and cupped them, her fingers working her 
nipples. Then she squeezed her breasts together, the soft flesh 
bulging until the two mounds met in the middle. With a wry grin, 
she jiggled them and then let go; they were so firm that they 
barely swayed. Before I could touch them, however, she leaned 
forward and her lips crushed into mine. Her warm breasts pressed 
against my bare chest, and she moaned at the contact.

When she broke the kiss, she turned to the side and drew Kendall 
in for a kiss as well. Finally, Felicia pulled back, her lips 
moist and shiny. Kendall, her eyes still closed, looked beside 
herself.

To my surprise, Felicia leaned back and grabbed her wineglass. 
For a moment, I was afraid that she was going to pour the wine 
down her chest (where it would run down her body and stain my 
pants). She was just teasing me, however, and drank deeply, 
draining half the glass. Then she held it out to Kendall, who 
finished the job.

"Do you want me to get you some more wine?" I asked facetiously.

"No," Felicia said. "I want you to sit still while I unbuckle 
your belt." She suited action to words, her hands fumbling until 
they found purchase on the leather at the buckle. "I want to see 
this big cock of yours."

A moment later, she attacked the button on my pants, nearly 
ripping it off in the process. My zipper hissed as she pulled my 
fly open. Then she tugged the elastic of my underwear, jerking it 
away from my body. Finally, my erection sprang into view.

"Mmmmm, nice," she purred. Then, "It _is_ big."

_Not eight inches,_ I mused smugly, _but it'll rock _your_ 
world._

Before I could say anything out loud, though, Felicia descended 
on my erection and engulfed it. Then she brushed her hair out of 
her face and began sucking me in earnest.

I didn't know what I expected, but I guess I was a little 
underwhelmed. I'd never gotten a _bad_ blowjob in my life, but 
some were better than others. Felicia's qualified as "others." 
She wasn't Kendall, and she definitely wasn't Susan. It felt 
good, but I wasn't going to turn into a drooling idiot.

Kendall immediately picked up on my reaction. "Are you okay?" she 
whispered, leaning close.

"I just like how _you_ give head," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, Paul, I love you so much," she said.

Between my legs, Felicia wrapped her fingers around my shaft and 
started pumping as she sucked me.

"Thank you for doing this," Kendall continued, her voice pitched 
low.

I tried not to snort at being thanked for having sex with two 
beautiful women.

"And thank you for not saying anything about... you know," she 
finished. "I know you don't like it, but... you don't know what it 
feels like."

I shook my head.

"Try some."

I shook my head again, firmer this time.

"It... it's really good. It makes me feel alive, like I don't have 
to worry about _any_thing. And... and it makes me so... so _horny_. 
Oh, Paul, I want you to fuck me so bad."

"Mmmmm," I groaned in agreement.

Felicia took it as a groan of approval and went into overdrive.

Kendall simply grinned at me and then looked down at the blonde's 
bobbing head.

"Do you really want me to go down on her?" Kendall asked.

I nodded.

"Will you fuck me from behind when I do?"

Another nod.

At that point, she kissed me, her lips crushing mine with the 
force of her enthusiasm. I split my attention between kissing her 
and the feeling as her warm, pliant breasts pressed into my 
chest. When we broke the kiss, she slid my shirt off my shoulders 
and tossed it aside. Then she began planting kisses down my 
chest. Eventually, she moved to the floor and joined Felicia.

Felicia pulled off my dick, which was shiny with her saliva. Then 
she noticed Kendall. With her hand still around my shaft, Felicia 
leaned toward Kendall and the two girls kissed.

Seeing my dick silhouetted against their pale skin as they shared 
a passionate kiss was enough to kick _me_ into sexual overdrive. 
My manhood throbbed hard enough that Felicia pulled back, 
startled. Then she grinned up at me and offered my length to 
Kendall, who immediately wrapped her lips around it. The 
difference between Kendall and Felicia was night and day. Felicia 
had been good; Kendall was _great_.

For several minutes, the girls took turns sucking me. Then they 
silently agreed to undress me completely. Giggling, they each 
grabbed a pant leg. A moment later, my socks and underwear 
followed.

As Kendall moved between my legs and resumed sucking, Felicia sat 
next to me and pressed her luscious breasts against me. We 
kissed, and when she pulled back, she grinned at me.

"You _do_ have a nice cock," she said.

"Thank you."

"And you're a good kisser, too."

I pulled her close to prove the point. When we broke the kiss, I 
gently tugged the waistband of her panties. "Take these off," I 
requested, my voice thick with desire.

She did, and I got my first good look at her pussy. Her hair was 
dark, and trimmed into a neat triangle. I flicked my eyes to her 
dark eyebrows and realized that her platinum hair probably came 
from a bottle.

She noticed my glance and grinned sheepishly. "So I'm not a 
natural blonde," she said. Then, "I should probably just shave 
it, like Kendall."

I waggled my eyebrows at her.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she asked, grinning.

I shrugged unrepentantly.

"God, you're sexy," she said softly.

"You're pretty sexy your--" I started to say, but she silenced me 
with a kiss.

Who was I to complain? I simply settled back and enjoyed the 
feeling of her lips on mine, the pressure of her breasts against 
my side, and the silky texture of her skin as my fingers delved 
between her thighs.

She gasped when I parted her labia and ran my finger along her 
finely furred slit.

"Oh, God, I want you to fuck me," she gasped, panting. "Give me 
all eight inches and make me scream."

Kendall heard her and let my saliva-slick shaft slip from her 
lips. As she moved out of the way, Felicia swung her leg over 
mine and straddled my hips. Without ceremony, she set the tip of 
my dick at her opening and then impaled herself on my length. She 
groaned when her pelvis met my hips.

I paused for a moment to enjoy the hot, wet, smooth texture of 
her pussy as it surrounded my manhood. Then I felt something 
completely unexpected; her pussy _clenched _me.

At first, I was confused, since she wasn't having an orgasm. When 
I looked at her, she grinned. Then she closed her eyes and her 
pussy clenched me again. In wonder, I watched as her belly 
contracted and her pussy gripped me a third time.

"Oh my God," I groaned, "that feels fucking incredible."

"I thought you'd like it," Felicia said, her eyes still closed. 
When they opened, she smiled at me. Before I could say anything, 
she began rocking her hips, moving my cock within her. "God, you 
_are_ big," she grunted.

Kendall smiled at me, and I gestured for her to sit next to me on 
the couch. When she did, I drew her close and our lips met. As 
Kendall and I kissed, Felicia began moving atop me. Still kissing 
Kendall, I cupped Felicia's breast. When I squeezed it gently, 
she moaned in appreciation.

While she'd been on the floor, Kendall had taken off her panties. 
She still wore her black garter belt and stockings, though, and I 
paused to admire her as she knelt next to me. On my lap, Felicia 
groaned in ecstasy as she rode my cock.

When I began playing with Kendall's slippery, smooth pussy, she 
leaned close and we kissed deeply. She groaned into my mouth as 
my fingers found her clit and teased it in small circles.

Felicia rode me for five or ten minutes, her groans rising in 
volume as she worked herself toward orgasm.

"Oh, God," she cried at last. "Fuck me. Hard!"

Kendall pulled back and grinned at me, her lips shiny.

I obliged Felicia by pulling her close and then rolling both of 
us over. She ended up on her back on the couch, her head pressed 
against the cushions, her ass at the edge of the seat. I ended up 
kneeling on the floor, between her legs. Then I resumed 
thrusting.

As I watched her firm breasts bounce with each stroke, I couldn't 
resist sucking them. She held my head and groaned as my tongue 
circled her nipple. I pursed my lips around the little pink bud 
and nipped gently, eliciting a gasp. Then I switched to the other 
nipple and gave it the same treatment.

After sucking her nipples for several moments, I straightened and 
simply gazed down at her body. Then I put my hands at the backs 
of her knees and pushed them toward the couch, spreading her 
open.

Her legs formed an "M", with her pussy--and my pistoning dick--in 
the middle. Her pubic hair was curly and damp from her own 
juices, and each time my shaft emerged from her pussy, it 
glistened.

For a few moments, I simply stared at where our bodies joined. 
Then my eyes were drawn back to her bouncing breasts, so round 
and perfect. I cupped them and began fucking her with long, 
smooth strokes. She cried out with mounting delight each time my 
hips slammed into her.

Finally, I released her breasts and used my thumb on her clit. 
Then I looked up to make sure Kendall was watching. She was. 
Surprisingly, she was playing with herself at the same time. I 
couldn't remember a time when she had been so worked up that she 
played with her pussy. I was sure it had happened before, but it 
was rare enough that I did a double take.

She saw me look twice and smiled. When I grinned in reply, she 
resumed fingering herself. Then I turned my eyes back to Felicia. 
With my thumb on her clit and my dick pumping into her, she was 
getting close. Her chest heaved as she sucked in air, her breath 
coming in short, sharp gasps. Her pussy wasn't as tight as 
Kendall's, but it was tight enough that I could feel it clamp 
down with the first twinges of orgasm.

Her cries turned into a long, sustained moan that rose in volume 
as her pussy quivered around my cock. I gripped her hips, my 
hands pulling her garter belt taut. Then I began fucking her as 
hard and fast as I could. Slapping sounds filled the room as my 
hips slammed into her.

After barely a minute of high-speed thrusts, Felicia cried out 
and arched her back, her pale nipples and perfect breasts pointed 
skyward. Her pussy spasmed around my invading member, a flush 
mounting her chest and neck as she writhed in ecstasy.

Finally, I buried my dick as deep as I could and stopped moving. 
Her pussy clamped me and then released as her orgasm subsided.

"Oh... my... God," she gasped. Then she looked at me in surprise. 
"Did you come?"

I immediately grew anxious. I hadn't even asked if she were on 
the pill or not. I'd just stuck my dick into her and started 
pumping. Stupid!

"Don't worry," she said, reading my panic. "I'm on the pill." 
Then, "But you didn't come, did you?"

I shook my head.

"Why not? God, _how?_"

"I'm saving myself," I said. "And I've got good control, that's 
how."

"God," she said, slumping back to the couch.

Kendall, her fingers still idly teasing her pussy, merely smiled 
at me. She knew what kind of control I had. She benefited from it 
as often as possible.

"You know what's next," I said to her, more statement than 
question.

Her nostrils flared as she nodded.

"Hold on a second," Felicia said. "After a pounding like that, I 
gotta take a break. Did we finish the wine?"

I nodded.

"Would you mind opening another bottle?"

I grinned down at her and then eased my hips back.

She gasped as my erection slipped from her still-sensitive pussy. 
My shaft glistened and bobbed gently when I stood up. A moment 
later, I returned with the corkscrew and another bottle of red 
wine. I quickly opened it and refilled our glasses.

Felicia downed hers and then held it up for a refill. "God, I was 
thirsty," she said.

I obligingly poured her another half-glass.

"You're still hard," she observed, taking a gulp of wine.

"Uh-huh," I said smugly.

"No _wonder_ Kendall says you're the best she's ever had."

I took a sip of wine to hide my grin.

"Before the next round," Felicia said, "I want another little 
bump. D'you want one?" she asked Kendall. When she nodded, the 
blonde turned to me.

I shook my head. "No thanks. Maybe later."

"More for us," Felicia said. Then she used the razor blade to 
draw out two thin half-lines of the white powder. A moment later, 
she and Kendall snorted them.

Kendall shuddered euphorically. When she opened her eyes, they 
dropped to my jutting erection.

Without a word, she knelt in front of me and practically inhaled 
my dick. It hit the back of her throat and she kept going. Then 
she moaned in frustration as her gag reflex kicked in and she had 
to settle for all but the last two inches.

Felicia's eyes glowed wildly as she watched Kendall fellate me. I 
let Kendall suck me for several minutes, but then pulled her off 
my dick.

"Kneel between her legs," I said to her, indicating the blonde 
with a nod.

Kendall's eyes flashed in anticipation and she immediately 
obeyed.

As I knelt behind her, she started kissing Felicia's inner 
thighs, just above the stockings.

The black straps from Kendall's garter belt felt smooth under my 
fingers as I gripped her ass. When I eased forward, my dick slid 
along her channel.

Without lifting her head from Felicia's pussy, Kendall put her 
hand on my cock and directed it to her opening. She was as tight 
as usual, but I slid home after two short thrusts. As I began 
pumping, she put her hands on Felicia's inner thighs to steady 
herself.

I fucked Kendall with long, measured strokes, my hands on her ass 
for balance. She groaned each time I buried my dick inside her. 
Felicia's eyes burned as she watched me. The cocaine seemed to 
drive both of them into a hyper-sexual state, and their 
enthusiasm fueled my own.

Soon enough, I began thrusting into Kendall with frantic, driving 
strokes. Each time I slammed home, her pussy gripped me like a 
vise. Felicia arched her back as she tweaked her own nipples.

I knew I was close to coming, but I wanted to make sure Kendall 
got off before I did, so I buried myself as deep as I could and 
stopped thrusting. Then I reached around and began playing with 
her clit. The engorged little bead slid under my fingers as I 
moved them in circles.

Kendall moaned once and then grew quiet. Her pussy quivered, and 
I could tell that she was getting close. I started thrusting 
again, trying to time our orgasms.

She came first, but I was close behind. As she went silent and 
held her breath, I battered through her clenching inner muscles. 
I thought my dick was going to bend in half, but I forced my way 
into her each time. Finally, I slammed into her and gripped her 
hips in an orgasmic haze.

My dick seemed to swell to twice its normal size, and Kendall 
shuddered as spurt after spurt bathed her inner walls. Her orgasm 
subsided moments after mine did, and I collapsed against her, 
both of us panting.

When I finally came to my senses, Felicia's eyes were closed and 
she was frantically rubbing her own pussy. Kendall's head rested 
on the blonde's thigh, but she was clearly out of it. A moment 
later, Felicia arched her back and her feet shot straight out, 
jostling Kendall.

I wrapped a protective arm around Kendall's chest and pulled her 
with me as I sat back on my haunches, my cock still buried in her 
pussy.

A moment later, Felicia relaxed her back, but her legs began to 
rise. I tried not to chuckle at the sight of her stocking-clad 
toes pointing at the ceiling. Still breathing heavily, Kendall 
and I had a front-row seat while the blonde masturbated herself.

Felicia's fingers were a blur on her pussy, vibrating from side 
to side as she worked herself into a frenzy. Finally, she cried 
out sharply and then collapsed against the couch, her legs slowly 
falling from vertical.

"Oh my God," she gasped over and over.

"Like a fantasy come true?" I asked Kendall, whispering in her 
ear.

Instead of answering, she turned her head and kissed me fiercely. 
After several long, delicious moments, she pulled back and looked 
at me, her eyes sparkling with carnal intensity. "I love you _so_ 
much," she breathed.

"I love you too," I said, grinning a little whimsically.

She didn't even frown at my gentle teasing. She simply kissed me 
again, just as aggressively as before.

-----

The next several hours were a blur. We moved to Felicia's 
bedroom, where the girls kept right on drinking wine, and 
occasionally snorting a bump of coke. I had a couple of glasses 
of wine, but I never touched the coke. Instead, sex was my drug.

Since the cocaine made both girls horny, I actually had trouble 
keeping up with them. Fortunately, Felicia seemed to like girls 
as much as guys. Kendall, who was normally reserved, was as wild 
as the blonde. Whenever I was forced to take a break to recover, 
the two girls licked, sucked, and caressed each other with 
abandon.

About midnight, Felicia reached for the plate of cocaine. The 
pile had dwindled, but there was plenty left. My emotions under 
control, I watched as she cut two small lines (she had already 
figured out that asking me if I wanted some got the same answer 
every time). I tried not to let Kendall see how much it bothered 
me, but she was too perceptive. So when Felicia held out the 
plate, Kendall shook her head.

"No, thanks," she said. "I've probably had enough."

Felicia merely shrugged and set the plate aside, the second line 
untouched. Then she emptied the current bottle of wine, dividing 
the remainder between her glass and Kendall's. Another empty 
bottle already decorated the nightstand.

At that point, we decided to take a bathroom break. When we were 
done, we sat in the middle of the rumpled bed. The girls sipped 
their wine and talked about clothes.

"Hey," the blonde said, all of a sudden. "I promised to model my 
lingerie for you, didn't I?"

I glanced at Kendall to gauge her reaction.

She gave me a "go ahead" nod.

"Yeah," I said to Felicia, "you said something about 'blowing my 
mind.'"

"Wait right here," she said, as if we might actually go anywhere. 
Then she scampered into her spacious walk-in closet.

She had a lot of regular lingerie--bras, panties, babydoll 
nighties, and more. The outfits were all sexy, but they were 
ordinary. When I teased her about her "mundane" lingerie, she 
took up the challenge and went back to her closet.

When she returned, she wore a pair of crotchless panties and a 
bra that left her areolas bare. She tweaked her nipples to 
erection as she did a couple of model turns. Then she grinned and 
returned to the closet.

The next outfit was basically a fishnet bodysuit, which was also 
crotchless. She bent over in front of us, gazing at us from 
between her legs as she slid a finger along her damp slit. Then 
she stood, her fingers still teasing her pussy, and used her free 
hand to tweak her nipples.

When she returned a third time, she was wearing a leather bustier 
that lifted her breasts, but didn't cover her nipples. The outfit 
had a matching pair of leather panties-- crotchless, of course--
and she completed the look with thigh-high leather boots (with 
four-inch heels!).

Her next outfit looked like red vinyl. It was skintight, and 
covered her from neck to toes, but it had several zippers. With a 
sexy pout, she unzipped the diagonal zippers on the chest, 
revealing her pink nipples. Then she took her sweet time 
unzipping the crotch, slowly revealing her pubic hair and swollen 
labia.

The final "outfit" was simply a pair of long white gloves, which 
made her look like Marilyn Monroe. I didn't even try to hide my 
burgeoning erection, which prompted Felicia to breathily sing 
"Happy Birthday, Mr. President." 

Then, with her gloves still on, she started playing with my cock. 
The silky gloves sent shivers up my spine, which made her grin. 
While she worked my shaft, Kendall and I kissed, my passion 
rekindling in a hurry.

When Felicia began sucking me, Kendall joined in, and the two of 
them ended up giving me a double blowjob. I wanted to fuck them, 
so Kendall straddled my hips while Felicia did the same over my 
face. I nuzzled her pussy, licking and sucking her inner lips as 
her soft pubic hair tickled my cheeks. At the same time, Kendall 
began rocking her hips, my cock sliding in and out of her tight 
pussy.

Over the next hour, we changed positions several times, 
thrusting, sucking, groping, and fingering. I took a couple of 
short breaks and simply watched the girls tease each other as I 
stroked my erection idly. Felicia didn't come, but Kendall did, 
going silently rigid as her orgasm gripped her.

When I was finally ready to come, I nudged Kendall to her back 
and buried my cock in her depths. Then I lifted her legs over my 
shoulders and began fucking her hard and fast. After barely a 
minute, I plunged into her and held still, my muscles taut. With 
a groan, I erupted, my spurts filling her with hot semen.

Almost immediately, her eyelids drooped. I guess the cocaine was 
wearing off, and she was finally succumbing to the effects of the 
wine (by my count, she'd had six glasses since dinner, and at 
least four at the restaurant). As I sat back on my haunches, she 
closed her eyes and relaxed. Fortunately, Felicia seemed to be 
slowing down as well.

When Kendall rolled to her side, I spooned beside her. Then 
Felicia curled up behind me, her hand on my hip. After several 
relaxing minutes, Kendall began snoring softly. I kissed her 
shoulder and then covered her with the sheet.

Felicia was still awake, so I carefully turned toward her.

"Do you have anything to drink?" I asked her softly. "That's not 
alcoholic, I mean."

"Sure," she said, rolling off the bed. "I've got Tab, juice, 
milk, and water, of course."

"Juice or milk is fine," I said. Then I followed her to the 
kitchen. In the light from the refrigerator, I admired her body. 
Even though I was close to exhausted, she was beautiful enough 
that I felt my loins stir. I suppressed the urge, but grinned to 
myself and admitted that it was there in the first place.

"All I've got is tomato juice," she said, returning my thoughts 
to my parched throat.

"Milk's fine."

She poured me a glass.

"Don't you want any?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I stick to wine when I'm riding the white 
pony," she said. "It keeps me from going totally wild," she 
added. Then she looked at me skeptically. "You've never really 
done coke before, have you?"

I thought about lying, but then decided not to, so I shook my 
head.

"I didn't think so. The look in your eyes when I offered you that 
first line...," she mused, chuckling softly.

"Um... yeah. You kinda took me by surprise."

"It really _does_ make sex a lot better," she said. "But you're 
plenty good without it."

"Thanks," I said, blushing.

"So what's the deal with you and Kendall?" she asked, changing 
the subject. Then she poured herself a glass of wine from an open 
bottle and gestured toward the couch. With that, we walked into 
the living room and sat down.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean... you really love her, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I saw how you held her as she went to sleep. God, I wish I 
had a guy like you."

"What about your boyfriend?"

"Naldo?" she snorted. "I'm just his mistress. And I'm not the 
only one, either. I know it, but--" she shrugged, "--what can I 
do about it?"

"Naldo?" I asked, a little confused.

"Reynaldo de San Martin," she elaborated, "my boyfriend. He owns 
a gazillion acres of cattle ranches in Argentina. But that's not 
all... he's a real bigwig down there. He's a General--in the Army, 
I think--although he runs a bunch of TV stations. I don't know 
why they need a General to run a TV station, but that's what he 
says he does. He's also some kind of government minister or 
something. He's got diplomatic immunity and everything."

My jaw dropped.

"The police stopped his limo once. I was with him," she added, 
nodding at my incredulous look. "But they backed off real quick 
when he showed 'em his passport. He's an important man. He spends 
a lot of time in Washington, although he doesn't tell me much 
about that. I'm just his mistress in _Atlanta_," she finished on 
a sour note. "God, sometimes I hate him."

"Why don't you break up with him?" I asked.

She used her half-empty wineglass to gesture at the apartment 
around us. "Do you think I could afford a place like this on what 
I get paid? Ha!"

"So that's why you're still with him?" I asked. "Money?"

"I guess," she said. "But you don't understand... _no one_ leaves 
Naldo. He leaves _them_. Besides, I don't know what else to do. 
And... I guess I love him, even though I know he doesn't love me. 
Does that make me crazy?"

"That makes you like a lot of other people," I said gently.

She snorted contemptuously. "He was so smooth when I first met 
him, so... _big city_. I fell for him the first time I saw him."

"When was that?" I asked.

"A couple of years ago, in Oklahoma."

"Where in Oklahoma?"

"The middle of nowhere," she said. Then, "Perry."

"Is that where you're from?"

"Good God, no. I was living there with a ranch hand named Ronny," 
she said. "He had big plans," she added, her voice dripping 
scorn. "He was gonna be a rodeo star. But he turned out like 
every other cowboy I grew up with."

"What happened? He didn't beat you or anything, did he?"

"Nothing like that; Ronny wasn't such a bad guy," she said, her 
voice softening. "He just wasn't what I was looking for. But he 
_was_ my ticket out of Nebraska. I thought he'd get me further, 
though," she added with a dark laugh. "I just can't believe I 
wasted three _years_ with him, thinkin' he'd eventually make it 
big."

"So you're from Nebraska?" I asked, changing the subject to see 
if I could lift her spirits.

"Stapleton," she said, nodding. "It's _another_ little town in 
the middle of nowhere."

"Ah."

"I left home when I was nineteen. I met Ronny at a rodeo in North 
Platte, and I was outta there. Ronny never was a great rodeo 
cowboy, though. He was better at seducing corn-fed virgins. So 
when he got a job offer at a big ranch in Perry, he snapped it 
up. Anyway, that's where I met Naldo."

"How in God's name did you meet Naldo--" who sounded like a 
fairly sophisticated guy "--in Perry, Oklahoma?" I asked.

"He was there buying a herd of Texas Longhorns. I met him at an 
auction. He bought a bull from the ranch where Ronny worked. 
Ronny and I were fighting at the time... again. Naldo was 
interested in more than the bull, and I was interested in gettin' 
the _hell_ outta Perry. The rest," she finished with a shrug, "is 
history."

"Have you been back to Nebraska since?"

She shook her head. "I called my folks, about a year ago, to let 
'em know I was okay and all."

"Do you miss them?"

"Not really. I miss my little brothers, but I sure as hell don't 
miss the ranch, or waking up before dawn, or all the sweat and 
_dirt_."

"Ranch?" I wondered aloud. "I thought they grow corn in 
Nebraska."

"Oh, there's lots of corn. _Lots_. But my family had a cattle 
ranch. Black Angus," she said.

I looked a question at her.

"Beef cattle," she explained. "Big, smelly, and dumb. But I was 
raised around 'em, so I can actually rope and ride and all. My pa 
didn't want me working the herd, though, so I got to do 'women's 
work.' I guess he figured I'd marry some dusty redneck rancher. 
Ha! Not hardly. So when I had my chance to get out, I _took_ it."

"And ended up in Atlanta," I said, smiling.

She nodded and took another sip of wine.

"What kind of business does your boyfriend have here?" I asked.

"I told you that he runs a bunch of TV stations, right? Well, he 
does a lot of business with Ted Turner. You know who he is, 
right?"

I nodded. Not only did I know who Ted Turner was--who didn't?--
Gina's father actually _worked_ for him.

"Anyway, Naldo wanted me to move to Atlanta, so I did. I think he 
was tired of his last mistress here. That'll happen to me sooner 
or later," she said pessimistically.

"Is that why you...?" I asked, letting the question die on my lips. 
I had started to ask, "Is that why you invited us to your 
apartment?" but decided against it. She caught the gist anyway.

"I normally don't do anything like this," she said, gesturing 
with her wine glass. "I like to flirt, but most guys are too shy 
to actually _do_ anything. And... I mean, I work in a _women's_ 
clothing store. Besides, I know I'm just Naldo's mistress, but I 
still love him, so I'm faithful. Usually."

"Then why us?" I asked. "Why now?"

She snorted. "I wanted to see if you were as good as you thought 
you were," she said. "Besides, you're smooth, like Naldo. And, 
well... I didn't think you'd have the balls to actually go 
_through_ with it. I mean, you're... what? Twenty-one? Twenty- 
two?"

"Actually, I'm eighteen," I said, proud that she'd thought I was 
older.

"You're _kidding_ me."

I shook my head.

"God, you're such a kid. Leave it to me to pick up a _teenager_," 
she said. Then, "Hold on... if you're eighteen _now_, you must've 
been, what, seventeen when I modeled those stockings?!"

"Believe it or not, I was still sixteen."

"Jesus, you _are_ smooth. I thought you were only a couple of 
years younger than me."

"Why?" I asked. "How old are you?"

"It's not polite to ask a lady her age," she chided with a 
feigned pout.

"Sorry."

"I'm twenty-six," she said after a moment. "But I still can't 
believe you're a _teenager_," she added. Then, "Wait a minute... 
how old is Kendall?"

"Nineteen," I said.

"Jesus. I though she was older too. That's... crazy."

"Why? I mean, it's not like we're kids or anything. And it didn't 
seem to bother you a little while ago," I said, nodding toward 
the bedroom.

"No," she admitted, her cheeks coloring. "I guess... I guess I just 
thought you were older."

"Does it make a difference?"

She shrugged. "Maybe I thought you could rescue me or something."

"Huh?"

"I guess I thought you might be boyfriend material. You know? I 
thought you could rescue me from being Naldo's mistress."

"I'm not a knight in shining armor," I said softly. For some 
reason, she had turned melancholy, and a little bitter. I didn't 
understand _why_, but I still felt sorry for her.

"I know. But I thought-- Oh, fuck it, I dunno what I thought." 
With that, she drained her wine and cast about for another 
bottle. When she spotted one on the end table, she emptied it 
into her glass.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing. Nothing _you_ can fix, at least. Nothing anybody can 
fix, evidently," she said, taking another drink.

"Whoa there," I said, prying the wineglass from her fingers. 
"Slow down. Maybe if you tell me what's the matter, I can help."

"I doubt it," she said. Then she wiped away a tear and crossed 
her arms. After a long, awkward moment, she looked at me, her 
eyes glistening with moisture. "You never came inside me," she 
said.

I blinked at the non sequitur.

"The first time, you came inside Kendall, when we were still out 
here. Then, later, you pulled out of _me_ and came on her face. 
Remember?"

I nodded.

"And just a little while ago, you came inside her again."

"So?" I asked, temporizing.

"I told you I was on the pill. So how come you didn't come inside 
me?"

"I dunno... um... I mean... um...," I stammered lamely. In reality,
I'd 
been a little worried that she might _not_ be on the pill, but I 
didn't want to tell her that. Consequently, I'd come inside 
Kendall whenever I reached the point of no return. I tried not to 
appear deliberate about it, but all of a sudden, I felt like a 
cad.

Before I could say anything in my own defense, Felicia got up and 
stalked toward the back of the apartment. I stood and started 
after her, but she stopped me with an impatient gesture. A moment 
later, she returned with a flat blue disk, which she tossed at 
me.

It hit my chest, and I caught it before it fell to the floor.

"See?" she said defiantly.

I looked at the plastic disk and immediately recognized birth 
control pills. Irrationally, my eyes slid over the series of 
differently colored pills and I quickly counted the remaining 
white pills; her period started in eleven days.

"I wasn't lying to you, so why didn't you come inside me?" she 
asked plaintively.

"I guess I didn't think about it," I said, as earnestly as I 
could. That wasn't true, of course, but the truth would only hurt 
her worse.

"Then what?" she asked, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Don't you 
trust me?"

"I trust you," I said, I hoped convincingly.

"Then... what?"

When I reached out to her, she let me pull her close. Then she 
buried her face in my chest. I knew why she was so upset, of 
course, and I wasn't heartless; I couldn't let her cry without at 
least trying to comfort her. I held her for several minutes as 
she quietly wept. Finally, she looked up at me. Then she wiped 
her cheeks and sniffled.

"Make love to me," she asked softly. "Make love to me and come 
inside me. I wanna feel loved."

I was speechless.

"Please," she begged.

After a long moment, I nodded.

She tilted her head back for a kiss and I lowered my lips to 
hers. She tasted of wine, and cocaine, and the faint tang of 
tears, but I didn't care. I didn't feel any love for her, but I 
_did_ feel sorry for her, and she was obviously distraught. If 
making love to her would make her feel better, then I'd do it. At 
that point, I almost laughed at my own martyred attitude. 
Fortunately, I suppressed the reaction before I hurt her 
feelings.

When we broke the kiss, she sank to the floor and pulled me with 
her. Once on her back, she spread her legs to accommodate my 
hips. We kissed for several long minutes, my body pressed against 
hers. Her hands roamed over my back and shoulders, her erect 
nipples pressing against my chest.

Finally, she reached between us. I was still soft, but she began 
massaging my dick with an almost urgent intensity. Soon enough, 
my erection filled her hands, and she set the tip at her opening. 
Her pussy was a little dry, but my cock was already leaking pre-
come. She rubbed my glans over her folds and managed to work up 
enough lubrication so I could enter her.

"Make love to me," she said again, her voice a hoarse whisper. 
Then she gripped my ass and pulled me into her. When my hips met 
her pelvis, she closed her eyes and sighed. Then she hooked her 
arms under mine, her fingers splayed over my shoulders. "Oh, God, 
yesssssss," she groaned.

She sniffled as I pumped into her, but then her sad look faded, 
replaced by an expression of bliss as the sensations from her 
pussy overcame her other emotions.

I wasn't all that concerned about whether or not I'd climax, 
since I knew I'd enjoy myself just watching her reactions. And 
while I may not have felt any genuine love for her, I did _like_ 
her. Besides, my body knew a good thing when I saw it (or slid 
into it).

As I thrust into her, Felicia merely gazed into my eyes, as if 
trying to hold on to some ideal that I was suddenly part of. When 
I tried to vary my pace and angle, she shook her head.

"Don't you want to get off?" I finally asked, panting softly.

"I don't care," she said. "I just like watching you fuck me. 
You're so... intense."

I nodded.

"And... you actually _care_ if I get off or not."

"Of course," I said between thrusts.

"That's so sweet," she said, her face softening. Then she smiled, 
albeit a little longingly. Finally, she began tweaking my 
nipples.

My sense of dignity rebelled against the pleasure shooting 
outward from her fingertips. _Girls_ were supposed to have 
sensitive nipples, not guys, I thought. Regardless, I suppressed 
my embarrassment and tried to enjoy the sensations.

Felicia also clenched her pussy as I thrust into her. At first, I 
thought she was having an orgasm, but when I looked at her, she 
simply smiled and did it again. I wasn't about to complain, 
though, so I kept right on pumping into her.

After about ten minutes, I felt my orgasm approaching. I could 
prolong things, if I wanted to, but it had already been a long 
night, and I was a little worn out. A beautiful girl beneath me 
was one thing, but four or five hours of non-stop sex were almost 
more than I could handle. Besides, not only did the cocaine make 
Felicia horny, it seemed to keep her from getting tired (a 
"benefit" I was happy to do without).

"Come inside me," she begged, sensing my impending orgasm.

I thrust into her a dozen more times, my balls tight and ready to 
burst. Finally, I lunged into her, my dick sliding home. Then I 
closed my eyes as pleasure blossomed within my loins, spreading 
outward like a warm, wonderful supernova. With my back still 
arched, I clenched my teeth and rode the wave of ecstasy.

When I finally came to my senses, Felicia was gazing at me.

"God," she said softly, "you _are_ a good lover. Are you sure 
you're only eighteen?"

Impudently, I nodded.

"And you're proud of it," she accused.

"Uh-huh."

"Um... will you do something for me?" she asked after a moment, her 
voice small.

"Sure," I said without thinking.

"Will you hold me, like you held Kendall?"

I ruthlessly quelled my automatic panic and looked a question at 
her.

"I know I'm not your girlfriend, but I just want _some_body to 
hold me."

"I guess I can do that," I said at last. Her request worried me a 
little, but I couldn't really say no. She seemed to need 
something that I couldn't give her, but if I could make her feel 
better--even for a little while--I was willing to try. "Just a 
sec," I said. Then, still joined, I rolled us over. Felicia came 
to rest on top of me, her legs alongside mine. When she laid her 
head on my chest, she kissed my nipple and then took a deep, 
jagged breath.

"Thank you," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. Then she 
squeezed me and her tears started in earnest.

I held her for a long time as sobs wracked her body.

-----

Sometime later, I looked at my watch. It took me a moment to 
focus on the Breitling's luminous dial. Finally, I did; it was 
after three in the morning.

"Do you want to spend the night?" Felicia asked from beside me.

After she had cried herself out, I must've dozed off. I had my 
arm around her, and we were still on the living room floor.

"Kendall's still asleep," she added. Then she propped herself on 
one elbow so she could meet my eyes. She seemed unnaturally 
chipper for three o'clock in the morning. "You two are more than 
welcome to stay," she added.

I wanted to wake up in my own bed in the morning, but I wasn't 
sure if I should drive home or not. I'd had a lot of wine, and I 
was dead tired.

"I can sleep on the couch," she said, nervous at my hesitation.

"No, you sleep in your bed," I said.

"But I thought you and Kendall...," she said, her voice trailing 
off in uncertainty. "I mean, she's still asleep, and..."

"Your bed's big enough for all three of us," I said. "If you 
don't mind sharing."

"Mind? Ha! No, I don't mind. I hate sleeping alone. Although..."

"Although?"

"I'm probably not gonna be able to go to sleep for a while. I'm 
still full of energy," she said. Then she looked away. "I was 
getting tired, so I bumped up."

"Bumped up?" I asked, my thoughts a little sleep-muddled.

"You know, another bump," she said, pantomiming a snort of 
cocaine.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

"It's okay," she said. Then, "How can you know so much about sex, 
but so little about drugs?" she asked.

"I guess I spent all my time fucking instead of doing drugs," I 
said dryly.

She laughed.

"I dunno, really," I elaborated with a shrug. "I stayed away from 
the druggies when I was in high school. And, I mean, I've never 
even _known_ anyone who did cocaine."

"Never?"

"Never," I said. "Well, never that _I've_ known about, at least."

"Coke's easy to hide," Felicia said. "That's one of the reasons I 
like it. I mean, it's not like pot, where you reek and it's 
obvious that you're stoned. No one can tell when I'm doing coke. 
Besides, it gives me more energy. And it makes me horny," she 
added. Then she trailed the backs of her fingers down my abdomen, 
toward my flaccid manhood. "_Really_ horny."

"No kidding," I said.

"So... do you wanna fuck again?"

"I'm kinda tired," I said, hoping to head her off without 
actually saying no.

"Then I'll do all the work," she suggested, far too reasonably. 
"All you have to do is get it up," she added. With that, she 
grasped my shaft and started stroking me gently. "_Please_."

Her hand felt really good, and her body was a wet dream come 
true, so... "Lemme go check on Kendall first," I said after a 
moment.

"Ok. And I'd better get some lube."

I looked a question at her.

"Coke gets me worked up, but for some reason, it also makes me 
dry. I'm horny as hell, and I wanna jump your bones, but I'm dry 
as a desert. So, you go check on Kendall, and I'll get some 
lube."

I nodded, and we both stood. She headed for the bathroom, while I 
slid into bed behind Kendall, who was still snoring softly. She 
hadn't even sprawled out, and seemed dead to the world. I made 
sure she was comfortable and then kissed her shoulder. A moment 
later, I rejoined Felicia, who was waiting in the hallway.

Back in the living room, I sat on the couch. Felicia knelt 
between my legs gazed at my semi-hard cock. Then she began 
sucking it, her lips forming an "O" as she slowly bobbed up and 
down.

When I got hard enough, she squirted something into her hand from 
a small bottle. Then she rubbed her hands together to warm the 
gel. Finally, she began stroking me, spreading the slippery 
substance over my dick. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she 
pumped my hard-on, and I simply enjoyed the view.

After a minute or two, she squirted more lube in her hand and 
then rubbed her pussy. As she did, she gave me a smoldering look.

"God, you've got a great body," she said. "And a nice, big dick."

I felt my cheeks heating.

"Now," she said, straddling my hips, "you just sit there and 
relax."

After she sank onto my erection, she put her hands on my 
shoulders to steady herself. I used the opportunity to capture 
one of her flawless nipples and bite it gently. She gasped and 
then squeezed my cock in reward.

"Okay," I said, relinquishing the nipple, "I gotta know how you 
do that."

"What, this?" she asked, feigning innocence as she squeezed me 
again.

"_That_," I groaned, my head growing light as her pussy gripped 
me again.

She began rhythmically massaging my cock with her inner muscles.

"Seriously," I said, gasping in ecstasy, "I... gotta... know...
how..."

Finally, she stopped.

When I opened my eyes, she was breathing a little harder than 
before. "Okay," I asked again, "how do you do that?"

"It just takes practice," she said.

"Can you teach Kendall?" I asked. Kendall's pussy was _already_ 
tight, and if she learned to do what Felicia did...

"Probably," the blonde said, intruding upon my fantasy. "But 
it'll help if she has some Ben Wa balls."

I'd heard of Ben Wa balls, of course, but I didn't really know 
much about them. Some sort of balls, I figured, but other than 
"weird sex toy," I had no idea what they were for.

"One of my girlfriends told me about them," she continued.

"What do you do with them?"

"Well, most people think they make you get off or something, but 
that's bullshit."

"Then what _are_ they for?" I asked. Even though she was still 
impaled on my erection, I was intensely interested in the balls 
and how to use them.

"I do pussy exercises with them."

I felt my eyebrows lift, almost involuntarily.

She nodded. "You know what they are, right? Little gold balls, 
about the size of a marble?" When I nodded, she continued. "You 
shove them in your pussy, and they're supposed to roll around and 
get you off. But I've never _once_ gotten off with them. Instead, 
I do these exercises. I don't remember what they're called--K 
something... Kay... Keg... I dunno--but they're these exercises that 
make your pussy tighter."

I looked at her, a little skeptical.

To prove her point, she squeezed my dick.

Pleasure shot through my loins. "Okay," I gasped, by way of 
surrender.

"Anyway," she continued, grinning, "I do these exercises with 
'em. They're kinda heavy, so I have to squeeze to keep 'em 
inside."

"What're the exercises like?" I asked.

"You know how when you go to the bathroom...?" she began.

I frowned at the apparent non sequitur.

"Well, it's like if you have to stop peeing."

Suddenly, I Got It. I did the same thing when I clenched my 
buttocks and made my dick jump. I could also stop the flow of 
urine, although I'd never thought about what would happen if a 
_woman_ did the same thing.

"The exercises are like that," she said at my look of 
recognition. "I squeeze and hold for ten seconds. I just pretend 
that the balls are starting to slip out, and I need to hold them 
inside. I do that about ten times in a row, a couple of times a 
day."

"Even at work?" I asked.

"Yeah, sometimes I use the balls at work, but usually not. I can 
do the exercises without them, though. But it's just easier to do 
'em _with_ the balls."

"That's it?" I asked. "You just squeeze your muscles like you're 
going to stop peeing?"

"That's it," she said, smiling.

"That's _all_ you have to do?"

"Well, you've gotta do it over and over, for _months_. I mean, 
look at your muscles," she said, caressing my chest. "Did you get 
these overnight?"

I shook my head.

"It's the same with these muscles," she added, squeezing my dick 
for effect. "It's pretty cool, isn't it?" she asked. When I 
nodded, she grinned. "You'll have to get a set of Ben Wa balls 
for Kendall."

"No kidding."

"They'll help keep her pussy tight. God knows they worked wonders 
with mine."

I nodded.

"And _anything_ that keeps me from getting older is a good 
thing."

"Why?" I asked without thinking.

"Unlike you, I'm _not_ still a teenager."

"So? You've got a body like one," I replied.

Her eyes softened.

"Seriously," I said, sensing her desire to hear more, "you've got 
a great body."

"You really think so?"

I bit back the obvious comment about my body's reaction to hers--
after all, she _was_ impaled upon my erection. Instead, I got the 
impression that she wanted her ego stroked, so I obliged her. 
"You've got a fan-fucking-_tastic_ body," I said. "I mean, you've 
got a trim stomach, great legs, and an awesome ass. But your 
tits...," I said, lingering as she hung on every word. "Your tits 
are..."

"Are...?"

I grinned. "They're..."

"They're _what?!_"

"They're perfect," I said at last.

"Now you're lying to me," she said, affecting disbelief.

"No, I'm serious," I said, the voice of sincerity. "Trust me, 
I've seen a _lot_ of breasts in my life, and yours are just about 
perfect." The truth was that I'd never seen a breast that I 
_didn't_ like, but some were prettier than others. Felicia's 
certainly qualified as some of the best. "Really," I added for 
emphasis, "a sixteen-year-old would be happy to have breasts like 
yours. Like I said, they're just about perfect."

Instead of saying anything, she kissed me, hard. As our lips 
crushed together, her tongue invaded my mouth. Then she whimpered 
in arousal and ground her hips against me, forcing the base of my 
cock against her clit.

I ran my hands up her flanks and then cupped the breasts in 
question, testing their heft as I tweaked her nipples with my 
thumbs.

For the next ten minutes, she fucked me with abandon. I'm sure my 
comments about her body must've driven her to a new level of 
excitement (as intended, thank you very much). When she came, she 
arched her back and her pussy clamped around my cock, threatening 
to squeeze it in half.

I held on for dear life as she bucked in the throes of her 
orgasm. When it subsided, she collapsed against me, panting. I 
simply held her, a sheen of sweat covering both of us.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "That was... that was... that was 
unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable."

I nodded smugly.

For several minutes, we both panted, enjoying the aftershocks 
from her orgasm. Then she pulled back and brushed her hair from 
her face, her eyes soft and pleading. "I want to feel you come 
inside me again," she said. "Fill me with come."

Without answering, I lowered us to the floor and hooked my arms 
behind her knees. Her perfect breasts, flattened against her 
chest, bounced hypnotically as I pounded into her. After only a 
few minutes, I was ready to explode. When the pressure built to 
the bursting point, I buried myself as deep as I could. A moment 
later, I erupted. I only managed a couple of good spurts, but the 
sensations lasted for a long, long time.

"God, yes," Felicia hissed. "I love that feeling."

When my orgasm subsided, I released her legs and then collapsed 
against her, my nostrils flaring as I sucked in oxygen.

"Will you hold me again," she asked, "like I was your 
girlfriend?"

I hesitated.

"Just one more time. _Please._"

"Okay," I said at last, softly.

-----

I woke up and it took me a moment to figure out where I was. I 
began to panic when I didn't recognize my surroundings. Kendall 
was with me, although I felt someone behind me as well. I started 
to move, but then felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you awake?"

_What? Who? Where am I? Oh, yeah,_ I recalled, _Felicia's 
apartment, in her bed._

"Paul?" she asked softly.

"Mmm hmm?"

When Kendall rolled away from me--her heel narrowly missing my 
shin in the process--I turned to face Felicia. Even in the dim 
light from the window, I could tell that she looked like hell. 
"What time izzit?" I asked.

"A little after five," she said, her nose obviously stopped up.

I nodded and let my eyes droop shut. Then I felt her fingers on 
my face, caressing me. I smiled.

"Thanks for... you know... earlier," she whispered.

"You're welcome."

"I know you were just doing it because I asked you, but still... I 
guess it feels good to know that someone cares whether I'm alive 
or not."

"I care," I said, stroking her bare hip.

"I know, but you've already got a girlfriend. Besides, you don't 
want _me_. I'm too messed up."

"You're not any more messed up than I am," I said earnestly, 
coming more alert as I realized how miserable she sounded. "Trust 
me, my life isn't a bed of roses either."

She shrugged silently.

"We've all got problems," I said.

"I know. It's just that mine seem bigger'n most sometimes."

"Hey," I said, "if I told you about my life, you'd be happy to 
have your problems."

She caressed my face again. Then she sniffled--or _tried_ to, 
since her nose was too stuffed up. "Coke nose," she said 
ruefully. Then she smiled, but her eyes were melancholy. "Thanks 
for trying to cheer me up, though."

I shrugged. I was dead tired, but I grinned as affably as I 
could.

"You'd better get back to sleep," she said. When I nodded, she 
stroked my cheek again, her touch surprisingly gentle. Then I 
felt her face close to mine, and she kissed me softly.

Since my back was to Kendall, who was snoring softly again, I 
turned Felicia to face away from me. Then I pulled her close and 
wrapped my arms around her.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice full of emotion.

Instead of answering, I simply squeezed her gently and nestled my 
dick against the warmth of her ass. Then my eyes drooped shut, 
and in a moment, I went back to sleep.

-----

Sometime after dawn, I awoke again. All the wine from the night 
before must have woken me. I climbed from between Kendall and 
Felicia and stumbled toward the bathroom. I had my usual morning 
hard-on, but it subsided enough to let me urinate. When I 
returned from the bathroom, Felicia was sitting up, her platinum 
blonde hair disheveled.

"Why aren't you asleep?" I mumbled.

"I usually can't sleep after a night of partying," she said. Then 
she snuffled. "And I _definitely_ can't breathe after a night 
like last night."

I nodded. Then I looked at my watch: it was almost seven thirty.

"Do you need to leave?" she asked softly.

After a moment, I nodded. I didn't want to wake Kendall, but I 
wanted to get some sleep--in my _own_ bed.

"Do you want me to fix you breakfast before you go?" she asked.

I shook my head. I wasn't really hungry, but I _was_ thirsty. 
"Maybe I'll just get a glass of milk or something," I said.

She nodded and then slid out of bed, careful not to disturb 
Kendall. She didn't bother to put on her robe, so I admired her 
body as I followed her to the kitchen. Once there, she fixed me a 
glass of milk. In the morning light filtering through the living 
room curtains, she looked exhausted. She couldn't have slept 
much--every time I woke up, she was awake as well--and the night 
of cocaine and wine was finally catching up to her.

I wondered why she was still awake at all. Then I spotted the 
plate of cocaine on the kitchen counter; the pile was smaller 
than when I'd seen it last.

"You never did tell me exactly what your fantasy was," she said 
softly, diverting my attention from the cocaine.

"It was actually kind of simple," I said. Then I explained about 
Kendall's stranger fantasy, although I remembered to make it 
sound as if it were _my_ fantasy.

"That sounds pretty kinky," Felicia said.

I shrugged. "Kendall's-- I mean, I'm full of fantasies like 
that."

"And Kendall lets you do them?"

I nodded, since it seemed like the simplest answer.

"Wow," Felicia said, "she seems really cool."

"She is."

"You're pretty cool too."

"Thanks," I said, a little embarrassed. "You're not so bad 
yourself."

She shrugged. Then she looked at me, her expression pensive. 
"Tell me something," she finally asked. "Was this a... a one-time 
thing? Or..."

"Or...?"

"Or... well... I mean, I don't even know your last name."

"Hughes," I said without hesitation.

"Felicia Kirby," she said.

I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you, Felicia Kirby," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Paul Hughes," she replied, her hand in mine. 
Then, after a tentative moment, she lowered her eyes. "So, will I 
ever see you again?"

_The $64,000 question_, I thought. Then I dithered over how to 
answer.

"It's okay," she said, reading my hesitation for what it was. "I 
understand."

"Of course you'll see me again," I said, suddenly guilt-stricken.

She looked up, hopeful.

"Here," I said, "lemme give you my phone number." _At school,_ I 
silently added.

"Area code 615?" she asked, looking at the number I'd written.

"I go to school at the University of Tennessee," I said. "In 
Knoxville."

Her face fell.

"Here's the number at my parents' house in Atlanta, too," I added 
impulsively. Then I silently cursed myself. Unless I wanted to 
hurt her feelings, though, I needed to follow through. So I wrote 
my parents' phone number below my number at school.

"I guess I forgot," she said.

"Forgot what?"

"You're only eighteen."

I nodded.

"And... of _course_ you're in college. But why couldn't you go to 
someplace like Georgia Tech?" she asked, her tone peevish and 
facetious at the same time.

I laughed nervously.

"That's okay," she said. "I understand. I mean, I guess I 
expected... oh, fuck it, I dunno _what_ I expected. It was fun 
while it lasted, though," she finished halfheartedly. Then she 
snuffled. "Damned coke nose," she complained with a wan smile.

Instead of answering, I pulled her close. Since she hadn't donned 
a robe, her breasts flattened against my chest. My morning 
erection had never fully subsided, and the feeling of her body 
against mine stirred something within me.

She felt my burgeoning erection press against her abdomen and 
looked up, her red-rimmed eyes wide with desire. In answer to her 
unspoken question, I kissed her. Since she couldn't breathe 
through her nose, the kiss was short, but passionate.

"Where's the lube?" I asked her, remembering that she was 
probably dry.

The little bottle was in the living room, where we'd left it. She 
went to fetch it, but I followed her. When she bent down to 
retrieve it, I gently pushed her to her knees and then knelt 
behind her.

With my erection bumping her ass, I reached around her body and 
cupped her breasts. She arched her back and I kissed her 
shoulder, working my way toward her alabaster neck as I kneaded 
her perfect breasts. She moaned and cupped her hands over mine, 
the bottle of lube falling back to the carpet.

Our lips met a moment later, but she still couldn't breathe, so 
our kisses were quick. After several hungry, frantic minutes, she 
reached down and picked up the little bottle of lube. I tugged it 
from her fingers and opened it by feel.

I squirted a dollop of the gel into my palm. Then I simply 
dropped the bottle and cupped her sex. She gasped when the cool 
gel contacted her labia, but quickly moaned as I rubbed the 
slippery stuff over her slit. When she was lubricated enough, I 
plunged two fingers into her opening and she whimpered.

Then I used my free hand to tug her nipples, alternating between 
the two and making her squirm. At the same time, I planted kisses 
along her neck, driving her higher still.

With that, I pushed her onto her hands and knees. Then I gripped 
my manhood with my gel-coated palm and rested my other hand on 
the half-moon of her upturned ass. I stroked myself once, then 
twice, using the remainder of the lube to coat my cock. At last, 
I set it at her opening and put both hands on her hips.

With one steady thrust, I buried myself in her steamy pussy. She 
groaned as my girth spread her open, her head hanging as she 
trembled in ecstasy. Then I began thrusting, and she cried out 
each time my hips slammed into her ass.

The lube and my own pre-come made her slippery, and I easily 
plowed into her. Then I reached around and felt for her clit; the 
hardened little bead slid underneath my fingers, causing her to 
gasp. I continued moving my hips as I played with her clit, 
sliding it between my lubricated fingers.

Her cries grew frantic as her orgasm approached, and I could feel 
the first flutters as her internal muscles contracted around my 
battering cock.

"Oh, God," she grunted. "Fuck me hard. Give me all eight inches. 
Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Eight inches or not, I gave her all she was going to get, my 
manhood sliding deep inside her with each thrust.

She didn't complain. Instead, she kept urging me on, urging me to 
fuck her harder.

"Play with your clit," I said. When she dutifully obliged, I put 
both hands on her hips and began slamming into her full force.

She lunged forward, driven by the power of my thrusts. When she 
fell forward, her chest and face pressing against the carpeted 
floor, I didn't even slow down. I simply adjusted my angle and 
continued fucking her. Her ass was raised enough that I had an 
easy time, although my knees were beginning to heat from carpet-
burn.

At that point, I supported myself with hands to either side of 
her shoulders and then looked down at my pistoning shaft. Her ass 
rippled each time my hips slammed into her, and I knew I was 
close. I didn't know if she was still playing with her clit or 
not, but I had reached the point where I didn't care. I'd take 
care of her _after_ I came, if I needed to.

With a final grunt, I slammed into her, burying my cock as deep 
as I could. Then I arched my back, trying to shove myself deeper 
still. White light blossomed in my brain as the first surge of 
come filled her pussy. She groaned, her inner walls fluttering 
around my pulsing shaft. The second spurt overloaded my senses, 
and I barely remember anything other than the rumbling ecstasy of 
emptying my balls into her.

When I came to my senses, I was panting from the exertion. I 
swallowed hard, trying to restore some moisture to my parched 
mouth. Then I looked down. Felicia was rigid as she sprawled 
beneath me, her arms out to brace herself. Her legs were spread 
as well, driven apart by my hips and my thrusting. Her pussy 
quivered around my erection, but I couldn't tell if she'd come or 
not.

"Do you want me to--" I started to ask.

"Don't... move," she said firmly, still panting. Then she slowly 
went limp.

"Did you come?"

"God, _yes_."

"I was just making sure," I gasped. "I was... a little distracted."

"Oh, God, don't move," she said again. "I love this feeling."

-----

"I don't know if you want someone on the side or not," Felicia 
said, "but call me if you do... no strings attached. Just fun, 
okay?"

She was sitting up, one knee propped under her chin. Her lightly 
furred pussy gaped open, and I could see a hint of her inflamed 
inner tissues. For that matter, my red and shiny cock rested on 
the carpeting between my own legs as I sat cross-legged.

Both of us had caught our breath, but I think we were still a 
little light-headed from the force of our orgasms. By then, it 
was well after eight thirty, and I wondered when Kendall would be 
stirring.

"I'm serious," Felicia said, drawing my attention back to her 
comment. "I love Naldo and all, but _God_, I could use a fuck 
like that more often."

I grinned and nodded. I didn't really want anyone on the side, of 
course, but I wasn't about to decline the offer, especially to 
her face.

"My pussy is still tingling," she said, half lost in her own 
little world.

"What can I say?" I said semi-facetiously. "I'm a morning 
person."

"_I'll_ say." Then, "I can't breathe, my head is starting to hurt 
from all the wine, and I feel like I've been trampled by a bull, 
but _God_..."

I merely grinned, albeit smugly.

"I know you've got to go," she said, "but do you mind sticking 
around for a little while?"

"No problem."

"Thanks," she said, genuinely grateful. Then she crawled toward 
me. "Kendall is very, _very_ lucky," she said, kissing me. "But 
Kendall is also asleep," she added with a grin.

I rocked backward as she continued crawling forward.

I felt a little guilty for not waking Kendall, but I guess I was 
piqued at her for doing cocaine and drinking so much wine in the 
first place.

As Felicia planted kisses on my chest, I wrapped my arms around 
her and consciously decided not to dwell on Kendall and her wild 
night.

"This is _exactly_ what I needed," Felicia said softly.

-----

I heard Kendall use the bathroom about twenty minutes later. 
Felicia looked at me and smiled, her eyes full of emotion.

"Oh well," she said, "I guess it had to end sooner or later."

I nodded.

Then we got to our feet and headed for the bedroom.

"What time is it?" Kendall asked, emerging from the bathroom. Her 
nose was still stuffed up, and she was holding her head. Her hair 
was a snarled mess.

"It's almost nine," I said, glancing at my watch.

Kendall flinched from the muted morning light streaming through 
the blinds. "Do you have any aspirin?" she asked Felicia.

"Sure," the blonde said, heading for the bathroom.

I fought the urge to step away from Kendall. I hoped I didn't 
smell _too_ much like sex, but then I realized that she probably 
couldn't smell anyway. Not with her nose as stuffed up as it was.

"Here you go," Felicia said, returning with a cup of water and 
two tablets.

Kendall swallowed the tablets and gulped down the water. Then she 
smiled gratefully, wincing in the process.

"My head is _pounding_," she said. "How much did I drink last 
night?" she asked. Then she winced again.

"A lot," I said.

"I'd offer you breakfast...," Felicia started.

Kendall cringed and immediately shook her head.

"...but I don't think you really want to eat anything," she 
finished. Then she turned to me. "Do you want me to fix you 
something?" she asked.

"No thanks. I'm fine."

With a nod, she reached for a bathrobe.

"Unh," Kendall complained. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, 
her head in her hands.

"Are you ready to head home?" I asked her.

Felicia glanced at me nervously, clearly concerned for Kendall.

"I'm ready to die," Kendall said. "Quietly," she added. 
"Someplace dark, with no wine." Then, "Unh."

"You poor dear," Felicia said. "Do you want some coffee?"

Kendall shook her head.

"C'mon," I said gently, "let's get you dressed and head home. You 
can sleep it off there."

Felicia nodded.

Kendall merely groaned in agreement.

-----

After I loaded Kendall into the Jeep, I returned to Felicia's 
apartment for the rest of our things (Kendall's underwear, shoes, 
purse, coat, etc.)

"Here," Felicia said, handing me a folded piece of paper. She had 
written her name and phone number on it. "I had fun last night."

"Me too," I said, pocketing the paper. I didn't want to throw it 
away, but I also didn't want to upset Kendall, so I'd have to 
make sure she didn't see it.

"I was serious," Felicia added.

"About what?"

"About calling me if you ever want to get together."

"I dunno," I hedged. I didn't want to give her any false hopes. 
"I mean, I love Kendall and all..."

"I know. I can tell. That's what makes you a nice guy. But I 
figured you'd say that, so I guess the invitation is open to both 
of you. I like women too, obviously," she finished with a 
diffident smile.

I nodded.

"But if you'd ever like to get together, just to hang out, that'd 
be cool too. Like I said, no strings attached. Okay?"

"Yeah," I said, "I'd like that."

"Thanks," she said, stepping close and tilting her head up for a 
kiss. Then she put her hand on my chest, running her fingers over 
my shirt. Finally, she looked up at me, her eyes wistful. 
"Thanks," she said again, softly.

I nodded.

"I'd better let you go. Call me, okay?"

"I will," I said.

"And maybe I'll come up to Knoxville to see you sometime," she 
added.

"That'd be cool," I said, although I had to suppress my initial 
panic. I had _more_ than enough women in my life, and even as 
pretty as Felicia was, I didn't need the added complications.

She tilted her face up for a final kiss, and I obliged her. Then 
I pulled back. Her fingers lingered on my chest and then she 
dropped them to her side.

"I'll call you," I said, although I wasn't sure I meant it.

She nodded, taking my words at face value.

What _else_ was I supposed to say after a night of cocaine- and 
wine-fueled sex?

The last glimpse I had of her, she looked small, pale, and sad.  

On the drive home, Kendall slept, so I was alone with my 
thoughts. As usual, I ran through a million questions, none of 
them with easy answers.

I didn't like Kendall's cocaine use, that was for sure. And we'd 
definitely have a talk about it--a _serious_ talk. As far as I 
was concerned, letting her snort cocaine fell squarely under her 
father's "don't do anything stupid" admonition.

I couldn't stop her if she wanted to sneak around behind my back, 
but I didn't think she would. Fortunately, Kendall had too much 
self-discipline to get addicted to something like cocaine.

With that, I shook my head and turned my attention back to the 
holiday traffic on the Perimeter. My relationship with Kendall 
had just taken a complex turn, and I didn't know if I liked the 
direction or not.

-----

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