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The next day, I
decided to drive over to my mother's house. While I talked to her on
the phone every night, it had been some time since I had seen her in
person. Not since the hospital.

She greeted me
cheerfully, ushering me inside and offering me some left-over pizza
from her job. I graciously helped myself to a few slices from the
assortment she had taken from the buffet the day before.

“
So,
tell me about school. How are your grades?” she asked.

Surprisingly,
despite all the drama in my life, I managed to keep my grades high.
She beamed with pride, grateful I was taking college seriously.

Then came the
question I had dreaded having to answer. “And boys? Have you
met any boys?”

Part of me thought
about lying, but the truth of the matter was that I really needed
some advice.

“
I
have,” I replied hesitantly.

“
Well,
tell me about him.”

“
Them,”
I corrected her, which merited me a smack in the arm.

“
Cheyenne
Grear. Don't tell me that college has turned you into a hussy.”

It was sure
beginning to feel like it.

“
It's
complicated,” I told her.

“
Details.
Details.”

I grinned
halfheartedly. “Well, there's this one boy. You remember him.
Chase Vogel.”

“
Yes,
I remember Chase.” She nodded. “So, the two of you
finally happened?”

“
Yes,
and no. We've kind of been seeing each other, but he wants to get
serious, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.”

“
Why
not? The two of you have known each other forever. You've practically
been dating for four years.”

“
We
never dated,” I insisted, a bit annoyed that she was making
things into what they weren't.

“
Well,
it sure seemed like it to me.” She shrugged. “You two
were always together in high school. I thought you made such a cute
couple. I like his family too, which is rare.”

“
I
know, Mom. Jeez, would you let me finish talking.”

“
Fine.
Fine. Sorry. I was just saying.”

“
I
know.” I sighed, “I'm not sure if I want to get serious
with him yet because I'm kind of seeing another boy too.”

“
Oh,
a love triangle.” She grinned like the Cheshire cat.

I dare not tell my
mom that Damien was far from a boy. While she had a thing for dating
older men, she didn't like the idea of me doing it. My biological
father was the only guy she'd been with that was anywhere near her
age. Most other guys she dated were at least ten years older.

“
It's
not exactly a love triangle,” I continued. “Chase doesn't
know about this other guy, but the other guy knows about him . . .
sorta.”

“
Well,
from what I've seen between you two, Chase is a pretty good catch.
What about this other guy is making you hold off?”

“
Chase
is a good guy,” I admitted. “He's a great guy. But I'm so
used to him. We know one another like the back of our own hands.

“
This
other guy is different. He's exciting and sexy and . . . I can't
figure him out. When we're together, he really makes me feel alive.”

“
Does
he treat you good?” she asked.

No. Yes. There
really wasn't a right answer. Damien treated me the way a teacher
would treat a student . . . until the cheer studio. Then Damien
treated me like something else entirely. A lover? A sex object? I
wasn't quiet sure.

“
I
think what I feel for this other guy is mostly lust,” I told
her, feeling strange to finally be truthful with myself. “But
it's like I'm addicted to him. Whenever I'm around him, there's just
. . . sparks.”

“
Well,
sweetie, there's a really big difference between love and lust.”

“
I
know that,” I sighed.

“
I
don't know this other guy, but I know that Chase has always been
there for you. He loves you from the bottom of his heart. Anyone can
see that. If you truly think that you just have lust with this other
guy, then maybe you should really consider what you'd be throwing
away just to get your rocks off.

“
Lust
comes and goes. There will always be men out there you'll physically
want more than the guy you're with, but at the end of the day, it
should be about who treats you right.”

I knew she was
right. Chase was the obvious answer, but I just couldn't see myself
letting Damien go. Now that I had a taste of him, my body couldn't
get enough.

I left my mother's
house feeling no less confused than when I got there. Why did
choosing between Chase and Damien have to be so hard? The decision
was about to drive me mad.

It wasn't until I
got home that night and was laying in bed that I came up with a
solution, albeit, a very greedy one. Why couldn't I have both of
them? It wasn't like I was in a relationship with either one of them.
Sure, it was kind of a sketchy thing to do, but in truth, I still
wasn't sure if I wanted to commit to Chase, and I was far from done
having lessons with Damien. If I could hold on to both of them for
just a little while longer, then maybe I would eventually make up my
mind. At least, I hoped I would.

Chase would stick
around if I kept avoiding the relationship question, I was almost
certain of it. Hell, he had stuck around for over four years already,
hiding his feelings and standing in the background as I dated other
guys. What were a few more months? Surely, I'd get burnt out on
Damien Reed by then. All the guy had to offer me was sex. Blissful
amazing mind-blowing sex. But just sex, none the less. That wouldn't
be enough to keep me around forever, would it?

PRINCE CHARMING

College had turned
me into a sexual deviant. There was no other excuse for the way I was
behaving. In the span of only a few weeks, I went from innocent
virgin to wild nymphet.

When Chase knocked
on the door to my father's house, I practically pulled him inside,
wrapping my arms around his shoulders and locking our lips together
in a heated kiss. I needed sex, and he was the only way I'd be
getting it until the weekend came around, and it was time for my
lessons with Damien Reed. There was no way I could hold out until
then.

“
I made you
dinner,” I said, breaking away from the kiss.

“
I ate before
I got here.” Chase cowered a bit, as if he thought I would be
angry.

The dinner was
supposed to be a surprise, so I couldn't exactly fault him for not
knowing about it. While I was a bit disappointed, I had another
surprise up my sleeve that I knew he wouldn't pass up on.

“
That's fine.”
I smiled at him. “That just means we can get to dessert
faster.” Taking Chase by the hand, I led him into the living
room and sat him down on the sofa. “You stay right here. I'll
be back with dessert.”

“
Chey, I'm
really not hungry.”

“
It's not that
kind of dessert.”

“
It's not?”
He looked genuinely confused.

“
Nu uh.”
I shook my head.

“
Oh . . . Oh!”
The light bulb came on. “I'll just sit here and wait for my
dessert then.”

I scurried off to my
room with a wicked grin on my lips. Earlier, I had made a pit stop at
Victoria's Secret, but what I got from there didn't leave a whole lot
of secret. The outfit was adorably sexy, a white teddy with Marabou
fur over the breasts and pubic area. It came with a rhinestone collar
and matching cat eats. I had always loved cats. In fact, I had been a
cat every year for Halloween, for as long as I could remember.
Needless to say, I had fallen in love with the little seductive cat
lingerie as soon as I spied it on the rack.

I fastened the
collar around my neck, gave my red hair a good fluffing, made sure
everything was in place, and then strode out of the room with one
dainty foot in front of the other as if I was the cat's meow. Chase
growled the second he laid eyes on me, though I think that he
actually meant to purr, holding his arms out in my direction and
making grabby hands.

“
Sexy naughty
kitty,” he said, smiling like an idiot.

“
Your sexy
naughty kitty,” I told him as I crawled up onto his lap.

To my surprise, he
gave my bottom a good slap, and I gasped at the pleasurable twitch it
caused between my thighs.

“
I'm a little
disappointed it didn't come with a cat tail,” I admitted.

“
You look
gorgeous.”

“
I know, but a
cat costume should come with a cat tail, even if it is just
lingerie.”

“
Count
yourself as a sexy little Manx.” He growled at me again, and I
giggled.

His hands wandered
my body, his eyes taking in the sexy lingerie. Chase twisted a finger
into the Marabou, examining it. Then he gripped the front of my
collar and pulled me down for a kiss. I moaned against his mouth,
quickly becoming aroused by his forcefulness.

He reached a hand
between my legs, petting at my folds over the thin lingerie. The
fabric moistened at his very touch, speaking volumes about my desire
for him.

I broke free from
the kiss, learning over to whisper in his ear, “Put your
fingers inside of me.”

Almost instantly, I
felt the bulge in his pants grow even larger, my lusty words quickly
swelling his impressive cock. His hands groped me with no real haste,
moving over my breasts, down my sides, around to my back. He gripped
my ass and pulled me tighter against him. Then he reached around to
fumble with the clasp on my top, apparently forgetting my request to
be fingered. It didn't matter though. I was just happy to be touched
by loving hands—hands that would never do me any harm.

When the top of my
lingerie slipped down over my breasts, Chase quickly took a nipple
into his mouth, sucking fervently as he ground his thick member up
between my legs. I groaned, the friction of it causing my pussy to
throb with want. He was being a dirty rotten tease, and I loved it.

When he was done
sucking my right nipple, he moved on to the left, giving it equal
attention. His hands kneaded my breasts as he sucked, his fingers
pressing deep into their pillowy softness, almost to the point of
pain. I licked my bottom lip as he moved back to the first nipple,
flicking his tongue across the taut peak and then biting it gently,
sending a jolt of electric pleasure straight to my clit.

Almost
involuntarily, I began grinding myself against him, my hips writhing
from intense arousal. He took my hand, guiding it down between his
legs. The bulge in his pants felt painfully tight, and I worked with
haste to unleash the monster within. His tool pulsed in my hand when
I took hold of it. I had forgotten what my grinding did to him. The
tip was slick with pre-seed, glistening and yummy looking.

My hand grasped his
shaft, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin as I worked it back
and forth over his hard meat stick. Chase buried his face between my
breasts, moaning.

“
Chey, I can't
wait much longer,” he warned.

“
Good, because
neither can I.”

I crawled off of his
lap to pull off the rest of my lingerie, leaving on the collar and
cat ears. He licked his lips as he watched, picking up where I left
off stroking his cock.

“
Aren't you
worried your dad might come home?” he asked, though his
expression showed little concern.

“
Not really.
He's going to be out on the road for a while still.”

“
I'm not sure
I'm too comfortable screwing in your dad's living room. Sorry, I'm
just a bit paranoid.”

“
Fine,”
I sighed. “We can go to my room, but you better be naked by the
time we get there.”

“
You want me
to strip as I walk?” he laughed incredulously.