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  As far as she could recall, Savannah had never seen a blond guy without his clothes on. Eric’s pubic hair surprised her. It was dark. Not jet black or anything, maybe not even quite brown, but it was dark compared to his bleach-blond head. Her experience with male nudity was quite narrow—a high school boyfriend and another in first-year university, both of whom belonged to the black fuzz brigade. There’d been nobody since. She knew guys were a distraction, and she shirked their siren’s song as best she could to maintain her scholarship.

  Though Eric’s nakedness made her heart beat strong in her chest, it didn’t offend her. She watched him struggle into his underwear and then simply said, “How’s it going?”

  “Uhh…” Eric dove for his pair of jeans resting on Savannah’s bed and forced his legs into theirs. “I’m just getting…uhh…” He didn’t look at her, even after he’d pulled on his polo shirt. “Just finished getting dressed…” Picking his pyjamas up off the bed, he looked down at the cotton and flannel and said, “I didn’t know you were home. Sorry if…”

  “No biggie,” she interrupted. And then she laughed because that was totally the wrong phrasing. “I mean no problem. Hell, next time you can walk in on me naked.”

  Dang! What the hell possessed her to say a thing like that? She watched Eric’s face go beet red as he chuckled nervously and murmured some nonsense on the way out the door. It was all like a dream. None of it felt real. In real life, Savannah would have been mortified. She would have slammed that door shut at the first sighting of a strange penis. Not that the penis itself was strange—no, it looked long and strong, thick and proud, as Eric jostled it into his underwear. The shaft was white and fleshy, but the tip gleamed like pink silk. If she licked it, how would it taste? Would it jump against her tongue? If she took it between her lips, how hard would it get? How much could she swallow before she gagged on its sheer mass?

  Savannah caught sight of her dopey smile in the closet mirror and shook it from her face. She wasn’t going to let herself fall into that trap. Yes, Eric was an attractive man, and intelligent and worthy, but he was Stacy’s damn father and he was how many years older than her? Anyway, she had a date with Chris tomorrow night and she needed to dig through her closet for a Sailor Moon shirt or he’d never think she was cool.

  Chapter Four

  Stacy took her dad to the pub Friday evening, thank god. They both came home pretty early, but suitably tanked. Drunk Stacy made no mention of Savannah walking in on a naked Eric, so he must not have told her.

  “Drinking with your dad?” Savannah chuckled when Eric was in the washroom. “I think you’ve reached a new low.”

  Contorting her lips into a passable Elvis curl, Stacy let out a huge burp and opened a bag of barbeque chips. “Dad’s funny when he’s wasted. He was flirting with these first-year drama sluts and they’re all like, Wow, you’ve got great hair! Dramsies are such fake-ass lame-wads.”

  Savannah’s gut clenched at the idea of Eric flirting with girls even younger than her. “Didn’t that bother you?”

  Stacy crammed a handful of chips in her mouth. When she spoke, shards of deep-fried potato fell out. “It’s not like he was fucking random skanks, he was just flirting with them.” Stacy held out the chip bag, but after watching her roommate make such a pig of herself, Savannah wasn’t exactly tempted. “Dad deserves to feel good about himself, after what mom did. The guy he caught her with was, like, our age or younger. He’s just a college student doing his co-op placement at mom’s firm. She could get in huge trouble if her work found out.”

  Hearing of his troubles, Savannah felt a little less spiteful in regard to Eric’s flirtation. Still, she had to wonder why he hadn’t flirted with her. She was pretty good-looking, wasn’t she? Yeah, she was! And she had a killer body—big boobs and a nice booty. Why didn’t he want to get down with her?

  Savannah suddenly felt like Stacy could see her thoughts, and she looked around the room, but felt suspicious, so she looked back at Stacy…and felt guilty. She should say something. What should she say? “Do you want your mom to get in trouble? Are you mad at her?”

  Leaning back against the fridge, Stacy sighed and then hiccupped. “I’m pissed at her, yeah, but I don’t think she deserves to be fired or anything.”

  “Have you called her?”

  Stacy shook her head. “I don’t know what to say. I kinda don’t even want to take sides that much because, like, what if she was really depressed or whatever and this made her feel better? Who am I to judge, you know?”

  There was something hauntingly balanced about drunk Stacy. It was almost as if all her mellow poise floated to the top of her personality in a pool of alcohol. And then she burped again and the illusion was shattered.

  When the bathroom door opened, Savannah froze. There was no way to get from the kitchen to her bedroom without seeing the whites of Eric’s eyes—or the pinks of his eyes, as it turned out. He actually didn’t seem as drunk as she’d imagined. “Good night?” she asked sheepishly as she snuck past him at the edge of the kitchen.

  Before she could get beyond him, Eric threw a clumsy arm around her shoulder, and then pulled Stacy in close as well. “Good night,” he replied, kissing his daughter’s blond hair before leaning in to kiss the top of Savannah’s head. But Savannah did a stupid thing. She turned. Was it stupid of fortuitous? She wasn’t sure yet. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. As Eric turned away from smiling Stacy’s platinum hair, Savannah looked up into his face. His eyes were closed and he was saying something—what was he saying? Something about “his girls,” wasn’t it? Thanking them for taking in a homeless bum. She watched his pink lips as he spoke, and she saw them coming straight at what he must have thought was the top of her head.

  Maybe she meant for it to happen. Maybe she wanted his soft wet lips to land smack on hers. Whether she’d encouraged it or not, there it was. He kissed her lips. It was just a peck, and it was obviously an accident on his part, but it happened. A surge of adrenaline shot through Savannah’s body, from her lips straight down to her toes, making all stops in between. Her core ached to be filled. God, it had been such a long time—over a year? How had she managed to go without it for so long? With this accidental kiss, all the sensation and emotion of passionate lovemaking resurfaced in her body and she wanted it. She wanted it so goddamn badly.

  As soon as Eric realized his lips had met her lips and not her hair, he pulled away…and hiccupped. Quick as that blundering kiss had happened, Savannah shot a searching gaze to Stacy. There was shock in Stacy’s eyes, that much was certain. Her jaw hung loose. And then she tossed her head back and cackled. Grabbing another handful of chips, Stacy laughed, “Dude, you friggin’ kissed my dad!” For a lithe pixie, she could sure be rude and crude at times.

  Eric chuckled along with his daughter, even as he said, “Oops,” and, “Sorry.”

  Forcing a smile, Savannah said, “Yeah, it’s okay. Accidents happen.” When she tried to roll away from the arm strewn buddy-casual around her shoulder, her boob brushed Eric’s forearm and a fresh shot of passion pumped through her veins. God, was she ever turned on! And what could she possibly do about it? Seduce Stacy’s dad? Yeah, that was a great idea. Perfect way to ruin a good relationship with her roommate, not to mention further fuck up the man’s marriage.

  Stacy was still cackling like a bastard when Savannah mumbled her goodnights and snuck off to her bedroom without so much as meeting Eric’s gaze. She tried to read something dry, but her mind kept wandering back to the cock she’d seen full in the flesh that afternoon. Their accidental kiss kept springing back to mind, and she found her imagination forcing Stacy out of the picture. She saw herself pressing Eric out of the kitchen and forcing his naked body down on the couch.

  Her body was screaming for sex. She had to get off now! Locking her bedroom door, Savannah threw off her clothes and pulled her reliable black dildo from the bottom of her sock drawer. What did Eric see when he looked at her? Did he like her? Did he think she w
as beautiful? Hot? Sexy? She wanted to see herself from his perspective. She stole a pillow from her bed. Tossing it down in front of her mirrored closet door, she stood staring at herself. Her skin glowed honey-brown in the moonlight, and her dark hair fell past her shoulders, with a slight curl at the base. No man could resist her tits. Even the big black dildo in her left hand seemed magnetically drawn to her nipples.

  As Savannah brushed her fingers through her black bush, she let her dildo skim the surface of her tits. Her body hadn’t felt so full of immediate desire in a very long time. Now she wanted everything at once. She wanted to finish the kiss Eric had started. That wasn’t going to happen, of course, but at least she could contemplate its completion. Closing her eyes, she imagined his lips meeting hers as she pressed her naked tits against his chest. He would pull her close and kiss her hard. He’d give in to his own secret desires, and she’d follow suit.

  When she opened her eyes, the pose reminded her of Venus riding a clamshell—that is, if Venus had been black and holding a dildo against her chest while she played with her pussy. With a chuckle, Savannah lowered herself down onto the pillow at her feet. Placing the flat end of her big fake cock against the pillow, she reached around with her left hand to hold it in place from behind. Her pussy was wetter than she’d ever felt it, and she toyed with her clit to prepare herself for entry. When the pads of her fingers had nearly brought her to orgasm, she let her body freefall onto the big cock beneath her.

  It felt huge in her slit. Well, it was huge—that’s why she’d bought it. It was nice to imagine crawling on top of a good man with a huge cock and riding him to victory. As Savannah gazed into the mirror, she imagined Eric’s face smiling at her. She let his cock fill her up, gasping as he got deep inside. All the while, her fingers rubbed her clit, alternating between up-and-down and circular motions. Everything felt good, and every new motion felt even better than the previous.

  Pressing her body down against the dildo, she let go with her left hand so she wouldn’t have to arch her back anymore. Her free hand quickly got to work pinching her nipples, sending lightning bolts of sweet electricity flowing throughout her body. Savannah bounced harder on the dildo. Her pussy muscles clamped down on the thick plastic toy, and she tightened her thighs around the pillow and rode it like a cowgirl. She rocked the cock, back and forth, stroking her clit in time with the frenzied motion. Lifting her tits to her mouth, she licked them, and her whole body trembled. God, she wished it was Eric doing all this to her. She wanted his lips on her tits and his fingers on her clit and his cock in her snatch.

  Grinding her teeth together, Savannah rode the fake cock hard. As much as she enjoyed watching herself in the mirror, her eyes shut tight of their own volition as a big warmth overtook her. It came on like a tidal wave, knocking the sense right out of her. Her body kept rocking and rubbing and pinching, but she wasn’t in control anymore. It moved on its own, like a wind-up toy, and eventually, with no conscious decision or will, her body slowed its pace and soon stopped altogether.

  She could have slept right there on the floor, but she knew better. Hurdling to her feet, she jumped into bed and fell into sleep with the happy knowledge that tomorrow would be Saturday. When she woke up, Eric would be outside and, even though nothing could happen between them, she’d have her date with Chris in the evening. Savannah was going to get laid one way or another.

  Chapter Five

  When the rich aroma of black coffee filled Savannah’s lungs, her nose guided her straight out of bed. She’d stumbled halfway across her bedroom before noticing three things: it was still dark outside, she was still naked, and the glowing blue number on her bedside clock seemed convinced it was just after two in the morning. All the same, that coffee smelled so damn good she threw on her fluffy white robe to investigate.

  The TV was on in the living room. That was surprising, because she could usually hear it from her bedroom. The kitchen light shone its white light across the hallway, but the rest of the lights were off—except, of course, for the red light on the front panel of the coffee maker. Without processing who might have made coffee at two in the morning, or for what purpose, Savannah wandered toward the machine of infinite temptation.

  “I’m sorry,” an alluring voice rang out from the couch. “Did I wake you up? I was trying to be extra quiet. Sorry.”

  Savannah tried to say, “That’s okay,” but her voice was still asleep. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “No, honey, it was the coffee.”

  Did she just call Stacy’s dad…honey? Where the hell did that come from?

  Sitting upright on the couch, Eric turned to her and smiled with casual curiosity. “Yeah, I just made it. Grab a cup, if you want. It’s your coffee, after all.”

  Returning his smile, she pulled her favourite mug from the cupboard before tip-toeing to the fridge for cream. She felt like she was moving strangely — too gingerly or too deliberately or something. Suddenly, she was Glenda the Good Witch in her own kitchen. “I fell asleep and then I woke up,” Savannah said. Now she felt like Glenda the Idiotic Witch, because of course she’d fallen asleep and woken up and what a stupid thing to say and Eric would think she was a total…

  “Me too,” he replied, setting his mug on the coffee table. “And I figured, well, I’m up now so I might as well brew some caffeine.”

  Like a particularly agile sleepwalker, Savannah meandered around the couch without spilling her coffee down the front of her white robe. Before she knew it, she was sitting with Eric at the opposite end of the couch. He must have changed his clothes in the living room or the bathroom, because he was back in pyjamas now and Savannah had no recollection of him sauntering into her bedroom to take off his pants.

  After only a few sips of coffee, the world seemed a little more solid and Savannah realized they were watching infomercials on TV. “You’re not married to this, are you?” she asked, immediately regretting her choice of words.

  “No, no,” Eric said. “I just turned the TV on for the company. You can put it on whatever channel you like.”

  Savannah flipped over to the two a.m. sitcoms she watched as a treat during exam cram, and Eric’s face lit up beyond the blue glow cast by the television screen. “This is perfect! I need to laugh right about now.”

  Savannah could always empathize, but never express her sympathy. She nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at her. That didn’t feel like enough, so she said, “You don’t need a TV for company. You have me. TVs are probably better listeners, but I give really bad advice, in case you’re looking for any.”

  With a deep chuckle, Eric said, “I’ve had no shortage of bad advice tonight, but I’d be glad to hear some more.”

  “And here I thought I was being unique,” Savannah teased. “Anyway, I’m just kidding. The last thing I want to do is pry into your life.”

  Eric turned to her with an expression of awe on his face. “Pry? I showed up on your doorstep unannounced and uninvited. You’ve let me change in your bedroom, sleep on your couch, and eat your food, and you haven’t once asked me why. I don’t think prying is even in the picture, here.”

  “Well…” Savannah couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye as she admitted, “Stacy obviously told me why you’re staying with us. It’s not like I wasn’t curious.”

  Their shared silence was cut only by the sounds of sipping coffee and the canned laughter on TV. When she thought it was safe to look, Savannah glanced in Eric’s direction. He was leaning against the armrest at the opposite end of the couch. With his face in profile, he looked even younger than he had the last time the thought occurred. How could anybody cheat on a hot guy like Eric? Sure, she didn’t know him all that well, but he seemed really sweet and caring. Stacy’s dad seemed like such a good person. He didn’t deserve to be cheated on.

  “Savannah…”

  Had she ever heard him say her name? It sounded so sensual on his lips. She loved the way he drew out the middle “a” sound for a few beats before moving on to
the final “nah.” Eric trailed off as he turned to face her, and her heart thumped in her chest. She felt like whatever came next would be a big deal. Maybe he would even confess his obvious attraction to her. Maybe he’d tell her their accidental drunken kiss had in fact been a deliberate drunken kiss. Or maybe he’d say…

  “I just want to apologize to you.”

  She nodded, eyes wide and encouraging, but he didn’t clarify the reason behind the apology. “Apologize?” she finally asked. “What for?”

  Shaking his head, he inched closer to her on the couch. “All the drinking I’ve done since I got here. I’ve really embarrassed myself.”

  “Oh, that? Pfft!” She waved her hand in the air, offering him an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry about it. Totally understandable.”

  Grabbing her hand, he squeezed her fingers against his palm. His gaze was nothing if not sincere. “No, I’ve been acting like those mid-life crisis men who, you know, buy the convertibles and chase the young women, and generally try to be cool when, in reality, they’re just pathetic.”

  With Eric’s hand clutching hers, Savannah could hardly breathe, let alone process what he was saying. “You’re not pathetic,” she murmured. “And I think you’re a little too young for a mid-life crisis. You’re, what…” She didn’t want to presume. If she guessed too young, she’d seem like a flatterer. If she guessed too old, that would be just plain insulting. “I mean, not that it matters how old you are. You look very young.”

  Eric gave her hand one final squeeze before playfully tossing it back into her lap. “Oh, come on,” he laughed. “I know you’re just trying to make me feel better, but it’s really not necessary.”