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"1" was in Betsy's
handwriting, with the same eerie sense of anticipation and
subsequent disappointment I'd experienced as a kid—only this time
it wasn't a candy cane or a snowflake, but just a creamy blank
white space. Nothing. What the
hell?
    I leaned in, squinting. Maybe it was like
one of those "Magic Eye" or holographic things or something and you
had to look at it from a different angle? But no matter which way I
turned, I couldn't see anything, and there sure weren't any panties
stuffed inside! The one thing I noticed was a slight lingering
odor, and I could only smell that when I leaned in really
close—something like oranges or cloves. Weird.
    "Funny, Betz." I
grudgingly went to take a shower before my five hour shift.
Building all the ride-on stuff at Toys R Us this time of year was
brutal with every little kid moaning for a new bike for Christmas
they couldn't ride until spring anyway. My soapy hand found its way
to my stiffening cock. He had a damned mind of his own. No rest for
the weary! The minute I saw Betsy's scrunchie thingie hanging over
the hot water faucet and recalled her the day before yesterday,
pulling it off her wrist to put her hair up and back and out of the
way while I pounded her from behind, my cock instantly responded to
the memory. Damn, but she had a fine ass. I could see it filling my
hands as I grabbed her hips, the way the creamy flesh parted when I
put my thumb—just so—to show me the winking pucker of her asshole.
The thought of sliding into that brought my dick to full mast, and my hand moved
more quickly.
    Jerking with soap was
always tricky. You had to move fast, before the sting overcame the
added sudsy pleasure. I put my foot up on the edge, leaned back and
went to work. I wasn’t sure if coming was even possible after our
marathon afternoon, but the sensation was too stubborn to ignore,
or I was too stubborn to ignore it. I pictured Betsy's pussy,
watching her spread open those baby-bald lips from behind with two
fingers, urging me on, "Fuck, Jay! Don't tease me! Put it in!" I
could never watch myself fuck her for more than a few minutes
during sex or it would send me immediately over, but I watched it
at my leisure now, the slippery, wet movement of my hand inferior
but sufficient, mimicking the impossibly hot moisture of her
incredible hole. Jesus, god, there’s
nothing like it!
    I grunted, couldn't help
it, my balls drawing up with that inevitable tingling tightening
that meant I was close. I got myself an image to come to almost
immediately: Betsy spreading her cheeks slightly for me, one finger
reaching to gently stroke the dark crinkled mouth of her ass—she
did it just to tease me. She wouldn't let me have it, but she knew
just the suggestion would send me over, and it had, and it did. I
gritted my teeth, hips bucking, cum baptizing the tub faucet and
dripping toward the drain. I leaned against the tiles, panting,
feeling suddenly weak and exhausted. I could use about a ten hour
nap. Not much cum, I noted. She's sucking
me dry. I stood under the hot shower for a
few more minutes before starting to suds up my hair. Maybe it was
the shampoo, although I thought it was supposed to be coconut,
because I could suddenly smell the powerful odor of oranges and
cloves.
     
     

CHAPTER TWO: Day 5
    "So, seriously, what's the joke?" I
asked.
    She was hanging her head
off the end of my bed, watching the tail end of A Charlie Brown Christmas Special upside down.
    "Don't you love the way
they talk? Wah, wahhh
wahhhhh . Isn't that totally how you used
to hear grown-ups?" She lolled her head off the corner and put her
bare feet up on the wall, crossing them at the ankles.
    "I still hear grown-ups that way," I
snorted, pulling my t-shirt on. "Come on, Betz, give."
    "Oh, this wasn't enough
for you?" She teased me, opening her thighs and pointing between
them. Her pussy lips were still a little swollen and they
glistened. I sat next to her, my hand inevitably drawn to the
wetness,