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pronounce the food on the menu and made suggestions for me to order. He was only in medical billing, but he was charismatic and worldly. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was gay. He kept fixing the collar of his shirt and trying to get me to notice his True Religion jeans. Then he began telling me what might look good on me and told me to stop hiding my shape.
    After our date was over, I wanted to continue talking to him. It was still early, only ten. I called his cell just to hear his voice once more.
    â€œI just wanted to say thank you, Jeremy.”
    â€œYou’re welcome. I don’t have a problem treating a woman like a woman.”
    â€œWhat are you doing now?” I asked.
    â€œAbout to go in the house. Why, what’s up?”
    â€œNothing. I wanted to see if you wanted to get a cocktail.”
    I pulled out my martini glasses and made two apple martinis. I turned the radio on and patted my hair into place. I heard a car pull up. It was him; he was already here. His car was an Acura and it was nice, put me in mind of a BMW. He came up and sipped the martini with me.
    We were having a good time in the middle of my living room, blasting the radio and laughing with each other, dancing like we were in a club. We sat down and talked some more until four in the morning. I fell onto his lap, and he just began stroking my hair. I felt like a baby. I really needed someone to take care of me. I need to be a baby, I thought when he cupped my neck. Each one of his fingers delicately kneaded my spine to the back of my skull. His hands went from my hairline to the middle of my vertebrae.
    He sat me up and said, “You are so beautiful and smart. He is a damn fool to hurt you.”
    I knew he was right, and hearing someone else say it validated me. Jeremy pulled me into his arms and just held me. He made me feel so secure, so wanted. I turned to him, looked him in his eyes, and began kissing him on his mouth. I let my kisses trail from his neck to his ears. He told me to stop. His hesitancy made me want him even more. I knew I was fresh out of heartbreak, but it was okay. This was what I wanted. I wanted him because he was making me feel better about me right now.
    He finally began to give in to my kisses and partaking in my seduction. I kissed his back. It was perfect, no bumps or marks. His stomach wasn’t cut up like Kyle’s, but it was flat enough. Moments later, Jeremy had my head hanging off the sofa. I started it, but I wasn’t ready for the way his massive stroke was finishing it. His dick was delightfully good. I screamed as my head almost hit the floor, and he slid me back up the sofa. He complimented me the entire ride, telling me how beautiful and special I was. He literally wore my body out. My insides hadn’t felt like that since I was like eighteen.
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    When I passed Jeremy in the hall, I acted super-regular. I just did a short wave and kept walking. I really wanted to pull him into a corner and ask him when he was coming over again. I didn’t want Jeremy to know he had been on my mind since he left my apartment Friday night. Jeremy wasn’t my forever either, but he was most definitely my right now. Everything was great except he worked at my job. I mean, if I wanted to continue to see him, nobody at the job would have to know. Right?
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    Jeremy called me a few times while I was at work. I missed his calls and dialed him as I was leaving the hospital.
    â€œSorry I missed your call. Somebody had called out and I had so much going on.”
    â€œIt’s cool. I just wanted to see you before I left,” he said.
    â€œThat would have been nice. What are you doing now?” I asked, hoping we could meet up. He didn’t say anything, so I asked him again. He then rudely told me to hold on.
    â€œMom, I’ll be right there. Hold on a second.”
    I heard movement and a woman’s voice say thank you. He came back to the line.
    â€œYeah,