Chapter 7

Donna spent the last three days of the semester break at the home of Valarie's parents in upstate New York. Valarie had met her at the Greyhound station and they had had lunch in the little town of Rome before driving out to Applewood-the six hundred and forty acre Lewis Estate. The house was an imposing structure, all field stone and glass, set high on the side of a hill.

"It's beautiful," Donna said.

"Yeah, I guess," Valarie said, "but ... well, the vibes around here leave something to be desired. It's ... I don't know. I swear, if it wasn't for Andy, you know, my kid brother, I'd never set foot in this place again. Really, if it hadn't been for the fact that you were coming I think I would have gone back to Cutter the day after I arrived here. My mother has been impossible. She claims she's going through the change and for some obscure, almost mystical reason she seems to feel that gives her the right to be more obnoxious than usual. I mean, that bitch has been super-hateful ever since the first moment I walked in the door, and ... ah, let's change the subject."

"Okay! How's your kid brother?"

"Horny...."

"How can you tell?"

"Well, there seems to be this strange sort of protrusion in the front of his pants all the time," Valarie said, "and he's always rubbing himself down there. One day I accidentally brushed my breasts up against him and he damn near jumped out of his skin."

"I get the picture...."

Valarie introduced Donna to her parents ... and they both appeared to be very warm, friendly and outgoing people, not at all as the dark-haired girl had described them. Andy, however, turned out to be exactly as advertised-tall and dark and oozing sex from every pore in his skin. He was tall-nearly six feet, and dark, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. A wide shock of coal-black hair framed his almost angelic face ... and his eyes were big and blue and very, very sad. His nose was thin and straight and his lips were full and ripe, sensuously moist. And, indeed, there was a great bulging sort of protrusion in the front of his pants ... and the golden-one found herself speculating on the size of whatever it was that was making that protrusion. She decided that it would be impressive.

Andy took one look at the honey-blonde and broke out in a cold sweat. Donna smiled at him and said "hi" and tried very hard not to laugh when he was unable to answer her. His lips moved furiously but no intelligible sound came from his mouth. In fact, it sounded as if he were having a fit of some kind. Finally, he turned and ran away ... and Valarie laughed so hard that tears ran down her face. The golden-one wanted to run after the boy, to calm and comfort him ... but she felt that all she would succeed in doing was to embarrass the kid even more.

Valarie showed Donna to the bedroom they would share ... and the two of them made love. It wasn't until dinner that the honey-blonde saw Andy again. He apologized for his behavior earlier in the day ... and Donna smiled and said that he had no reason to apologize. The boy hung his head and was silent for the remainder of the meal.

"I think I've blown it with your brother," Donna said to Valarie as they prepared for bed.

"No, you haven't...."

"I tried several times after supper to get him to talk, but ... well, all I got was a few monosyllabic words and a whole lot of head nodding."

"I told you, he's horny," Valarie said. "And those breasts of yours aren't helping the situation. Hey, I even caught my father giving you the long, hard look a time or two. My mother is livid ... and I couldn't be happier. I bet she even gives the old boy a little tonight."

"Oh, Val ... you're impossible."

"Why...?"

"I don't know," Donna said, and slowly shook her head from side-to-side. "Maybe it's because you're so bloody honest all the time."

"So, what's wrong with that?"

"It's like you use it as a weapon or something."

Valarie seemed to reflect on Donna's words for a moment, and then she began to nod her head. "Yeah ... yeah," she said. "I guess you're right. The thing is, as far as my parents are concerned, I really feel the need for a weapon. I know how crazy that must sound, but ... my mother and I have been at war with each other since I was fourteen. My Dad is a great guy, but he's gutless ... and it's like he's al ways looking to me to fight his battles."

"What about Andy? Aren't you fighting ... or at least trying to fight his battles for him?"

"Yeah, but ... hell, he's only a kid," Valarie said. "He's still got a chance...."

"At what?"

"Making it...."

"What does that mean?"

"At being a person!"

"You father's not a person?"

"Donna, I've already told you-my father is an appendage to a machine that makes money. He wouldn't change even if he had the opportunity. But Andy ... you can see what a sensitive kid he is, Donna. There's still hope for him. He could blossom into something pretty special. Mother, dear, is afraid that he's queer or something. She's talking about shipping him off to some military school to stiffen his backbone ... and that will ruin him. They'll fit him to some goddamn mold and he'll come out of it a junior version of my father-impotent and angry and lost. Hell, all the kid needs is a good roll in the hay ... just some concrete evidence of the fact that he's a man."

"Sex as the universal panacea!"

"Yeah ... something like that, I guess."

"And you really want me to seduce him, Val?"

"More than anything...."

Donna was silent for a moment, obviously trying to shift through the potential ramifications of Valarie's words. "I don't know, Val," she said. "What ... well, what if it all backfires? Look at the damage we could do!"

"It won't backfire...."

"But how do you know it won't?"

"I just do, that's all. What do you say, Donna, will you do it?"

"I ... I don't know, Val," Donna said, "I'm still thinking about it...."

"What more can I ask?"

"Well," Donna said, an impish sort of grin on her face, "you might ask me to share your bed tonight?"

"Consider yourself asked!"

The next day Donna succeeded in talking Andy into showing her around part of the estate ... and it seemed that the further away from the house they got the more open the boy became. After a while, on the pretense of keeping her from falling as they walked over some pretty rough terrain, he even worked up enough courage to take the honey-blonde by the hand. They stopped in a small clearing to rest, sprawling out on their backs on the open ground.

"May I ask you a personal question, Donna?"

"Shoot...."

"Are ... are you a lesbian?"

Donna sat up with a start and then started to laugh-a laugh that was a bit forced, at least at first. She looked over at the boy ... and then reached out and took him by the hand. "What in the world ever gave you that idea, Andy?" she said. "Do I look dykey or something?"

"Oh, no ... not at all."

"Well, what made you think I was ... queer?"

"I overheard my mother say that you were probably Val's lover," he said. "She was talking on the phone, and ... are you, Donna? Are you a lesbian?"

"No ... and neither is your sister!"

A look of great and intense relief seemed to flood its way across the boy's face, and then he began to smile ... a smile that seemed to rival the day in its brightness.

"I'm really glad...."

"Why?"

"I don't know," the boy said.

"You don't know or you don't want to tell me?"

"I ... I don't want to tell you?"

"Why?"

"Because ... because...."

"Can I ask you a personal question, Andy?"

"Yeah ... okay ... sure!"

"Are you still a virgin?"

The boy's face grew cherry red ... and for a rather long, terrible moment the honey-blonde was afraid that he was going to get to his feet and scamper away. Donna tightened her grip on his hand and after a while he worked his way over to her and nestled his face against her breasts.

"You know, don't you?"

"Know what, Andy?"

"About me...."

"What about you?"

"Please ... don't tease me, Donna," he said. "It's really bad, I swear, I ... there are times I wish that I were dead! And that scares me, too. Man, I'm always thinking of ways to off myself."

"But why, Andy?"

"You know...."

"No, really I don't, sweetheart."

"I'm queer, Donna," he said. "I'm a lousy faggot."

"Why do you say that?"

"Why do you think?"

"Well," she said, and began to stroke the boy's hair, "I suppose you've had some sort of homosexual experience and it convinced you that...."

"I can't make it with girls, Donna ... only other boys," Andy said in a trembling voice. "I ... I don't like being this way but facts are facts."

"How many girls have you tried with?"

"Plenty...."

"Oh?"

"All right ... it was only one," the boy said, "but

... I couldn't even get it up, Donna. The girl tried just about everything you can think of and nothing worked."

"What's that I feel poking against my leg right at this moment?" Donna said. "Oh, God, I ... I...."

"Hey ... it's all right, Andy," Donna said. "It feels good. In fact, I've been sitting here thinking about how nice it feels."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

"Would you like to make love to me, Andy?"

"It won't work...."

"Would you like to try?"

"It won't work, Donna," the boy said. "What the hell's the sense of trying. I told you, I'm queer ... a stinking, lousy faggot...."

"You're no such thing, Andy...."

"How do you know?"

"Call it vibes ... whatever," Donna said. "I can tell ... really, I can. Just like I know that you really want to make love with me. You do, don't you?"

The boy nodded ... and Donna reached around her back, up under her sweater, and unfastened the catch on her bra. The boy felt the surge of her freed breasts against his face and he began to squirm, whimpering like a small puppy. Donna took his hand and slipped it up under her sweater and placed it on her breasts ... and the boy cried out in fear and anticipation as he felt the nipple there grow firm and begin to pulse. He sat up, looked into Donna's eyes ... and then his lips were on hers, hungrily moving. The honey-blonde parted her lips a bit and drew his tongue down into her mouth ... and it was almost as if she could feel the tension being released from the boy's body.

"I ... I want to see them," the boy said.

"See what, Andy?"

"Your breasts...."

"Then why don't you take my sweater off for me?"

"Can I ... I mean, it's okay?"

"I want you to do it, Andy...."

The boy sucked in a deep breath of air, as if he were a soldier steeling himself for battle and then began to lift the golden-one's sweater up over her head. He set it on the ground and then slipped her bra from around her shoulders ... and then sat back to inspect his handiwork. Donna filled her lungs with air, placed her hands on her hips and thrust her breasts forward ... and the boy began to groan. His eyes grew big and round and it seemed as if he had to continuously remind himself to breathe.

"Oh, they're beautiful," he said.

"Would you like to kiss them?"

"May I?"

"I'd like that very much...."

Donna lay back on the ground and the boy crawled over to her ... and then hesitantly lowered his head and kissed each of her nipples. Donna cupped her hands around his head and eased his mouth back against her breasts ... and after a while the boy took one of her nipples up into his mouth and began to suck on it. The moment was filled with a mounting sense of excitement that seemed to crackle above their heads, like a sudden and violent electrical storm ... and Donna began to squirm as the muscles within her vagina began to twitch and soon the air was heavy with the thick, bittersweet aroma of her own musky need.

"Let's get out of our clothing, Andy...."

"Me, too?"

"Yes, lover ... you, too!"

"I ... I ... I...."

"No back talk now, young man," Donna said. "C'mon, let me see what you look like in the nude."

"You ... you first!"

Donna shrugged, grinning impishly, moved out from under the boy and then got to her feet, kicking off her shoes. He seemed to be hypnotized by her movements, especially the faint jiggling of her ripely proud, pear-shaped breasts. His eyes grew big and round as she zipped down the slacks she wore and let them fall slowly, tantalizingly to her feet before she stepped out of them ... and he began to shudder in anticipation as she hooked her thumbs in the elastic tops of her panties and then began to wiggle her way out of them.

The boy groaned and pressed the base of his hand against his convulsing manhood, rocking back and forth ... and then the honey-blonde was helping him to his feet.

"Okay," she said. "It's your turn...."

The boy dug an elbow into the front of his T-shirt and then pulled the shirt up over his head ... and Donna smiled her approval. He knelt down and began to untie his shoes, fumbling with the laces there, and Donna eased around behind him and leaned against his back, just far enough so that the tips of her nipples made contact with his bare skin ... and the boy let out a long, low moan and ripped his laces out of his shoes. He stood up, kicking off his shoes in the process, and began to fumble with the belt on his pants ... but his hands were trembling so badly that he made absolutely no progress. Finally, Donna slipped her hands around his waist and unfastened the catch ... and when the boy still didn't move she released the button at the top of his pants and then zipped down the fly there ... and all the while she continued to rub her breasts against his bare back, turning the skin there into a mass of quivering gooseflesh. His pants dropped to his ankles and after a moment he stepped out of them and then turned around to face the honey-blonde, his face pale, his lips trembling in an awesome sort of fear and then on impulse the golden-one dropped to her knees and began to rub her face against the front of his shorts, purring like a kitten. His penis felt like a hunk of steel, like a spring that had been wound too tightly ... and it convulsed hotly against her cheek, threatening to explode. Donna removed his socks and then began to tug at his shorts, enjoying his breathless little cries of anguish ... and the boy closed his eyes and lifted his head skyward, unable to watch what was taking place.

"Ease up, lover," Donna said, but her words seemed to have no effect on the boy ... and so she worked his shorts down over his hips and to his knees.

Freed from the bit of cotton that had held it prisoner, his manhood began to thrash about, like some dark and brooding monster, long and thick ... bobbing and pulsing and jerking about wildly. The honey blonde parted her lips a bit and planted a huge, surging sort of kiss on the head of that great and throbbing hunk of meat, swirling her tongue around and around the face of it ... and the boy began to moan, deep within his throat, trembling with the wildest sense of joy he had ever known.

"Let's ... lay in the grass," he said. "Okay?"

"Whatever you say," Donna said. "You're the boss!"

"Some boss," the boy said.

They made a pillow of his pants and her slacks and the boy lay at Donna's side while she sprawled on her back. He cupped a trembling hand over one of her breasts and began to knead the flesh there gently between his fingers ... and then his lips found hers again and this time she had no need to draw his tongue into her mouth. She slid her hand down the front of his body and curled her finger around the hard and angry shank of manhood.

Andy began to nibble his way down from Donna's mouth ... and then the tip of his tongue made contact with the tip of one of her nipples and the goldenone began to groan, her hips beginning to roll lazily from side-to-side in undulation. The boy drew her nipple deeply into his mouth and began to suck away wildly at it, flicking the tip of hia hot and wet tongue rapidly across the top of the tiny peak ... and then she felt the trembling fingers of his free hand as it began to inch its way down, down, to the knotted little patch of skin which covered her lean, tight belly. The honey-blonde sighed and spread her long, tapered legs as the boy's fingers came to rest in her patch of golden pubic hair ... and then his fingers touched down ever-so-lightly on the wet and shimmering lips of her vulva.

"Oh, Andy ... lover," Donna cried. "Feel, baby ... see how wet you've made me. Please, Andy ... baby, baby ... feel ... stick your finger down in there and feel how wet you've made me, Andy...."

"I ... I ... I...."

"What is it lover?"

"Oh, nothing, Donna," he said. "Really, it's ... it's nothing at all."

He seemed to shudder and then he drew in a deep breath of air and spread apart the gooey lips of her vulva with his ring-and fore-fingers, and then-his whole body trembling with fear and apprehension, he plunged his middle finger down into that wet and rippling world of Donna's fiery cauldron ... and then waited, unable to move, unable to draw so much as a single breath of air.

"What is it, lover?"

"I don't know," the boy said. "I'm just so scared."

"Hey, listen ... relax," Donna said. "We've got all afternoon ... and I'm telling you, we aren't going to leave this spot until I feel your seed enter my vagina."

"But...."

"But what, lover?"

"I feel so damn dumb!"

"Welcome to the crowd...."

"Am I doing all right?" the boy said, "I mean, so far?"

"Can't you feel how wet it is down there?"

"Sure, but...."

"Well, that means that you've really got me all worked up, lover. So ... well, why don't you just knock off all this other nonsense and concentrate on ... on the task at hand. Okay?"

"I'll try...."

"By the way, would you mind moving your mouth over to my other nipple ... the one you're at is getting a little bit sore, Andy."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I ... I...."

Once again she cupped her free hand around the back of his head and gently guided his lips and tongue to her breast-the one he had been neglecting. The boy began to swirl the flat of his tongue against the nipple there ... and all the while the fingers moved about wildly within the wet and pulsing walls of her vagina. He found her clitoris and the honey blonde began to shudder. She would only allow him to play with it for short periods of time-very short, and then she would begin to moan and her whole body would begin to quiver and jerk and then she would push his hand away and he would have to begin the process all over again.

It was something he really had to see, that little button of magic there at the top of the entrance of her bubbling cauldron.

He began to silver-trail his lips and tongue down, down across the tight, goose bump-covered flesh of her hard, trim belly, and down ... only vaguely aware of the twitching of muscle in her thighs, pausing to rest for a moment with his chin in her triangular patch of golden fuzz and savoring the rich and heady aroma of her heavy musk.

"Oh, Andy," Donna cried. "That's so good, baby ... so very, very right."

The combination of her words and the heavy aroma of her musk had his head spinning, but he continued with the journey of his lips and tongue ... lower and lower, moving at a snail pace, resisting, but not too strongly, the ever-increasing pressure of the golden-one's hands on his head as she tried to hurry his mouth to its ultimate destination.

"Oh, Andy ... please, please ... hurry...."

The boy pressed a light, experimental sort of kiss on the dripping lips of her vulva ... and then sent his tongue down into the dark and wet cave in search of that amazing little bump of ... of whatever.

"Andy ... Andy...."

His tongue found that quivering little mound of hard, pink flesh ... and Donna jumped, high, like a bullfrog, her legs bowing out and her buttocks leaping up from the ground, high, high up into the air. She began to scream and howl, begging her young lover not to stop as she twisted her hips violently from side-to-side and tried to force more, more, evermore of her ripe and dripping vagina up against the nibbling lips and lapping tongue of the boy.

"Oh, lover, lover ... oh, yes ... yes, Andy ... oh, Andy ... lover, lover ... what a man you are. Oh, Andy, if you only knew how good that feels...."

Andy had much of his face buried down inside that hot and screaming cauldron, nose to chin, and he was having more than a little difficulty breathing ... but somehow that simple fact just didn't seem to be all that important to him at that moment. He felt a growing sense of power and mastery, a feeling fed by the golden-one whimpering, thin and helpless, as she seemed to scoot all over the ground, wiggling and rolling. The boy had to get up on his knees and dig his thin and trembling fingers into the pulsing meat of her quivering buttocks in order to hold her wildly gyrating vagina tightly against his hungry mouth.

"Stop," Donna cried. "Oh, Andy ... lover, please, oh, please ... stop."

The boy lowered her buttocks to the ground, crushed by what he felt was her rejection of his technique as a lover ... and then he looked up into her face, wordlessly seeking some sort of explanation to the confusion he felt at the moment. His lips moved but it was a long time before he was able to force any word from his mouth.

"Did I do something wrong?" he said.

"Oh, no ... no, lover...."

"But...."

"It was beautiful, Andy," Donna said. "Really, so ... so beautiful. Your tongue ... it's like velvet or something, so warm and thick and ... oh, Andy, I've never had it done better. Really...."

"Then why did you make me stop?"

"Because I want to feel your penis inside me, lover."

The boy's face brightened and then broke into a radiant sort of smile. "Really?" he said. "You'd really rather have my ... my thing down inside you than ... well, this older guy I know, he says that a girl would rather have a guy eat her than ... than...."

"Say it, Andy...."

"Than screw her...."

"You tell that older guy he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about," Donna said. "But ... hey, let's not lose this load of steam I've built up. We can talk all you want, but later ... okay, Andy? Right at this moment all I want is the feel of that beautiful penis you have sliding in and out of my vagina."

His manhood lay hard and angry at the lips of her vulVa, pulsing and jerking ... and then Donna wrapped one of her arms around his waist and eased the other one down between their wet bodies and curled the fingers of that hand around the shank of his hard and angry penis. She spread her long, smoothly tapered legs, paused as a little ripple of excitement worked its way through his body and then guided the head of his screaming tool down into her hot and wet cave of love.

"Oh, Donna," he cried. "Oh, God ... that's so nice ... sp ... so wet...."

Donna grinned and then kissed him.

They lay there, motionless, enjoying a strange and soft sort of magic as belly button kissed belly button and organ got acquainted with organ ... and then Donna groaned and her hips began to roll gently from side-to-side. The boy responded with a little rocking motion of his own, driving his manhood deeper and deeper into her fiery cauldron ... and the gooey mass of hot, blistering flesh within her vagina tightened around his invader and began to squeeze and pulse, throbbing with the wildest sort of promise.

"Oh, Donna...."

"Yes, lover ... I know!"

She cupped one of her hands around the hard and angry sac of flesh which held his testicles and began to squeeze it playfully as he drove his bold tongue down into her mouth once again, moaning and whimpering.

He began to experiment with some new movements, easing his long and hard tool up out of that screaming cauldron to a point where only the tip of its head remained down inside of it and then driving that hard and angry sword back down into her as deeply as it would go.

"Oh, God ... Andy...."

It felt so good, so ... so right, and he could tell that the golden-one was enjoying the experience every bit as much as he. He began to increase the tempo of his strokes and Donna merely altered the grinding rhythm of her hips to match his movements, no longer merely rolling her hips from side-to-side but grinding her entire pelvis upward now as well, really slamming it up against his downward stroke and then rippling it back as he began to withdraw that roll of hot and hard, pulsing meat that was his penis.

"Oh, Donna ... I...."

"It's all right, lover," she cried. "Give it to me ... let me have that load of love-juice you're carrying."

"I ... I'm going to cum, Donna!"

"Good, lover ... give it to me!"

"I can't hold it back...."

"Then don't do it," she cried. "Let it go, Andy...."

Donna wrapped her legs around the boy's waist. He got up on his knees and lifted the honey-blonde up in his arms and held her like that, completely off the ground, as he began to ram his screaming invader like a pile driver into her tortured vagina, deeper and deeper and deeper.

"I ... I'm there," he cried. "Oh, Donna ... Donna, I ... I'm cumming. I'm really cumming. Oh, God, am I ever cumming. Oh, Donna...."

"Oh, baby ... baby," Donna cried. "I ... I am, too ... I'm cumming, Andy. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh, Andy ... I'm cummingggggg."

It was a great and awesome thing, twin climaxes which became as one, a single, soaring climax that seemed to reach out toward the stars as it ripped away at the flesh of their bodies like some hunger-craved jungle animal, exploding like bolts of thunder across a vast and stormy sky.

"Oh, Donna...."

"Yes, lover. I know, I know...."

The boy began to cry ... and Donna covered his face with warm and tender kisses. Finally, he eased her back onto the ground and then curled up next to her.

"I need to tell you something, Donna."

"All right...."

"I think maybe Valarie talked you into this," he said. "But that's okay ... because ... well, I was certain I could never make it with a woman and ... and...."

"Spit it out, Andy...."

"Have you ever thought seriously about suicide, Donna?"

"No ... I don't think so."

"Well, I have," the boy said. "In fact, I ... that's about the only thing I have thought about lately. Until today, that is. I'm trying to tell you that you probably saved my life, Donna. How it happened really isn't all that important, so ... well, you did it as a favor to my sister. It still saved my life."

"Look, Andy," Donna said, "It's true that Valarie asked me to ... to do what I did, but the real reason that I did it was because I needed you more than I could ever hope to make you understand. I needed your kindness, Andy ... your gentility."

"Why...?"

"I had a very bad sexual experience while I was home. An old beau of mine ... well, we were ... no, I was trying to recapture something I had thought had once existed between the two of us. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Andy?"

The boy shook his head.

"I can see that it's pretty painful for you talk about, Donna, but ... why it's painful, I can't see. Did he do something to hurt you?"

"Not physically, Andy. He thought that I had done something to him ... back, a long time ago, and ... we were lovers once, Andy, but when we tried to be lovers again he had changed. It was as if he were trying to use his penis to punish me."

"You mean he was just using you ... your body?"

"No, no, no, Andy...."

"Boy, I'm really confused!"

"That makes two of us, baby. Look, the thing that really got to me was the fact that he was able to take one of the most beautiful things that can happen between a man and a woman and turn it into something ugly, something filled with hate. I don't suppose that this will make a bit of sense to you, Andy, but I've been having a sort of war within myself about ... oh, about certain ways of looking at sex."

"Yeah," the boy said. "Me, too...."

"The thing is, I ... I had drawn battle lines between two points of view that aren't necessarily at odds with one another, Andy...."

"What points of view?"

"Okay ... one point of view says that you should only have sexual relations with someone you are in love with. The other point of view says that sex doesn't need to be justified. It's okay to go to bed with anybody you want to because sex is a natural part of life ... like eating or sleeping. Do you understand that?"

"I guess so...."

"For a long, long time, Andy, I thought that the first point of view was the right one-that the primary purpose of sex was as an expression of love."

"But now you ... well, you think that the other point of view is the right one?"

"This is going to sound a little crazy, Andy, but I now know that both points of view are right."

"But how can that be?"

"Well, it all depends on how you define sex ... and I had been defining it in a very limited, very narrow frame of reference. That is, that all sex was the same thing!"

"Isn't it?"

"No, not really. Look, one way is, indeed, a manifestation of love ... and that's a very beautiful thing. But it's wrong to limit sex exclusively to that. I mean, there are all sorts of good reasons for going to bed with someone. Let's say that I meet some guy and he really turns me on-is there really any valid reason I shouldn't go to bed with him?"

"I don't know...."

"Maybe I'm just interested in ... well, some sort of sexual experiment. Some sort of far-out thing that only this strange guy can get into. Can you dig that?"

"I guess...."

"There are all kinds of good reasons for going to bed with someone, Andy!"

"Like helping a fourteen-year-old prove to himself that he's not a homosexual?" the boy said.

"Yeah...."

"But what if you were married, Donna? Would you still have sex with other people?"

"I don't know, Andy. It would depend pretty much on how the man I married felt about it. If it ... well, if it were okay with him I might."

"If we were married," Andy said, "I don't think I'd want you to have sex with anyone else."

Donna reached out and curled her fingers around Andy's manhood ... and in less time than it takes to tell it was hard and erect again. Andy cupped one of his hands over one of her breasts ... and the nipple there grew suddenly hard and began to pulse against his touch.

"Oh, Donna...."

"I hear you, Andy," she said. "Oh, lover, how loud and clear I hear you...."