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           I’veneverundressedaman.

           “Youcandoit,”hecajolessoftly.

           Iblinkrapidly.Wheretostart?IreachforhisT-shirt,andhegrabsmyhands,smilingslylyatme.

           “Ohno.”Heshakeshishead,grinning.“NottheT-shirt.YoumayneedtotouchmeforwhatIhaveplanned.”Hiseyesarealivewithexcitement.

           Oh…thisisnews…Icantouchwithclothes.Hetakesoneofmyhandsandplacesitagainsthiserection.

           “Thisistheeffectyouhaveonme,MissSteele.”

           Igaspandflexmyfingersaroundhisgirth,andhegrins.

           “Iwanttobeinsideyou.Takemyjeansoff.You’reincharge.”

           Holyfuck…meincharge.Mymouthdropsopen.

           “Whatareyougoingtodowithme?”heteases.

           Oh,thepossibilities…myinnergoddessroars,andfromsomewherebornoffrustration,need,andsheerSteelebravery,Ipushhimontothebed.Helaughsashefalls,andIgazedownathim,feelingvictorious.Myinnergoddessisgoingtoexplode.Iyankoffhisshoes,quickly,clumsily,andhissocks.He’sstaringupatme,hiseyesluminouswithamusementanddesire.Helooks…glorious…mine.Icrawlupthebedandsitastridehimtoundohisjeans,slidingmyfingersunderthewaistband,feelingthehairinhisoh-so-happytrail.Hecloseshiseyesandflexeshiships.

           “You’llhavetolearntokeepstill,”Iscold,andItugatthehairunderhiswaistband.

           Hisbreathhitches,andhegrinsatme.

           “Yes,MissSteele,”hemurmurs,eyesburningbright.“Inmypocket,condom,”hebreathes.

           Isearchinhispocketslowly,watchinghisfaceasIfeelaround.Hismouthisopen.