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pain.
    “Oh no. You’ve been cut. Let me take care of
it.”
    She went to the bathroom and came back with a
first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide. She took off my shirt. She
poured the peroxide on my wound. Of course, it stung.
    She wiped it off. Gingerly, she kissed the
wound. Then, Cameron wrapped it in dry gauze.
    “There. That should make it better.”
    “You know what? It does. Thanks.”
    “Well, working in a medical clinic, you pick
up some stuff here and there.”
    She went back into the kitchen to set the
table and tossed a salad. I could smell the aroma of the casserole.
As I put my shirt back on, she told me that dinner was ready.
    I went into the dining room. She had two pink
candles lit with a dazzling centerpiece. Two prepared salads were
placed by each plate. Two wine glasses were set on the other side
of the dish.
    In she came with a sweet looking casserole.
She brushed up against me and gave me a heaping helping. She
hovered over me, waiting for me to try it and to give an opinion. I
stuck my fork into it, brought it to my mouth, and ate the
bite.
    “Mmm. This is the best casserole I’ve ever
had.”
    “I knew it would be. That’s why I made it for
you.”
    She poured a vintage red wine. She joined me
at the table. As the meal progressed, she drew her chair closer to
me. I felt her foot rubbing my leg. As we finished, she stood up
and went back to the kitchen.
    “I’ll be right back with dessert.”
    Five minutes later, she came back, wearing a
blue bra and white silk undies and carrying a can of whipped cream.
She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom.
    Once again, she took off my shirt. I started
to unfasten her top, but before I could remove it, she started to
work on my pants. As she dropped my drawers, I lowered her bra. I
lay her on her bed and slowly pulled down the silk panties.
    She shook the bottle of whipped cream and
sprayed it on her stomach, her beautiful breasts, and her private
area. I lapped up the cream, starting from the stomach and moving
upward. I was in no hurry, especially around her breasts. I licked
around, kissed, and tenderly bit each nipple. I took my time in the
valley between.
    Having cleaned the top portion, I proceeded
to the lower part. My tongue moved up and down the hair. Once I
rinsed the whipped cream shampoo out, I set my sights on the Y.
Although there was no cream there, my motor was still running, and
I shifted it into high gear. She was shrieking like a banshee.
    Now that her oven was warmed up, I inserted
my hot dog into it to cook. Our tongues locked up. She couldn’t
keep her hands off me. Suddenly, the juices began to flow in the
oven.
    “Ooh, my hero!” she cried out. The meal was
cooked well done.
    As I got up to leave, she pulled me back.
    “Wait. I’m still a little frightened to be
left alone. Could you spend the night?”
    I’d come this far. Why stop now?
    All through the night, we continued kissing
everywhere on the face. Finally, we fell asleep in each other’s
arms.
    The next morning, I woke up holding a pillow
covered in slobber. I was dreaming.
     
     

BAILE DEL
SUEÑO (DREAM DANCE)
    One of Jeff’s favorite activities is ballroom and
Latin dancing. And, as they say, it takes two to tango, among other
things.
     
    I had been taking dance lessons for three
years. I had won competitions. I had performed in charity
showcases. I had done all of this with my instructor. After all
this time, I had yet to find a partner of my own.
    Michaela had been taking lessons for only one
year. She felt she was ready for competitions. Like me, she had no
partner, only her instructor.
    There was a major competition in two months.
Michaela and I both wanted to compete. The competition consisted of
ten dances: Viennese waltz, fox trot, tango, quickstep, rumba, cha
cha, Paso doble, samba, mambo, and jive. On top of that, each
couple had to perform a solo routine of a dance of their
choice.
    During one of my lessons, Michaela’s
instructor Adam came