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  “She’d have to be an idiot not to understand that you’d rather me with me than her.”

  “But I’ve broken so many promises the last few months, Jemma. I just can’t do it again,” I said, feeling more than a little annoyed with myself, because I really did want to be with her rather than Tasha.

  In response, Jemma wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her voluptuous body suggestively against mine, and kissed me deeply on the lips. And being the slave that I was to my hunger for her body, I caved. As soon as Jemma had gone to her apartment to change, I called Tasha and canceled our date.

  “I hope you understand, Tasha,” I said lamely.

  “You forgot you had a date with Jemma when you asked me out? I’m sure guys forget dates with girls like her all the time. Oh sure, I understand all right. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime, Relihan,” she said and hung up.

  “Way to go, Jimmy.”

  I turned to see Dave Martin, one of my two roommates, coming into the living room as I hung up the phone. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m talking about the way you keep dumping all over Tasha for Jemma. You said Tasha was your best friend. That’s not the way to treat a friend. Besides, Tasha’s a great girl. She deserves a lot better than you’ve been giving her.”

  I was in a foul mood because I suspected that Tasha had hung up on me because she was close to tears. I’d hurt her. The fact that I wasn’t going to do anything about it made me feel more than a little sleazy. “Look, Martin, if you think Tasha’s being treated so badly and she’s so great, why don’t you take her out?” I snapped.

  Dave grabbed his jacket from the sofa and started toward the door. “I might just do that, chump.”

  Before I knew how it had happened, he and Tasha were a couple. It was really strange to go to a party and find Tasha there with someone else. As I said before, Tasha and I had never been more than friends, even though we’d shared our first kiss when we were both fourteen, and yearned to know what it was like to be kissed. Although we’d never expressed any romantic feelings for each other, when I watched her laughing and clinging to Dave’s arm I wanted to punch him out.

  “What do you see in him, anyway?” I asked her one night, as we were driving home to spend Christmas with our families. “He’ll be lucky if he makes it through the rest of the year. Forget about graduating. He’s a big-time flake.”

  Her laughter was uncharacteristically cold. “You should talk. Your precious Jemma is the all-time airhead queen. You want to bet the only degree she’ll get is the one Daddy buys for her?”

  I bit back an angry retort. It was painfully obvious that Tasha was as jealous of Jemma as all the other girls at school were.

  When we returned to school, Tasha continued to see Dave despite my protests. And to my shame, I protested to anyone who would listen, even Jemma. I knew she was a virgin and the thought of Dave popping her cherry drove me nuts.

  “He’s not good enough for her. She can do a lot better than him,” I told Jemma one night, as we lay in her bed, spoon fashion. We’d just had anal sex and my cock was still buried in her tight ass.

  “Why should you care?” Jemma demanded irritably. “Besides, I think Dave is too good for that goody-two-shoes. Anyway, I would’ve thought you’d be glad to finally have her out of your hair.”

  Her low opinion of Tasha annoyed me. “Jemma, it’s time you understand that Tasha is my best friend,” I said coldly and eased my cock out of her butt. Discarding the condom, I turned her to face me. “She was never in my hair.”

  Jemma looked indignant. “Best friend? Well, what does that make me, Big Dick?”

  I stared at her. I wasn’t in the mood to tell her again that she was more important to me than Tasha. “The name is James,” I said.

  She stared at me for a moment and then she laughed and rolled over until her full breasts were touching my chest. “Oh, lighten up, Jimmy. I was only joking. If she’s all that important to you, then I guess I’d better get to know her. Or maybe I should be jealous, lover.”

  I couldn’t control the desire I felt building up inside me at her touch. I pushed her on her back, parted her legs, and thrust my cock balls deep in her pussy. “It’s you. I only want you, Jemma. Only you,” I groaned.

  Jemma laughed with satisfaction, and wrapped her long legs around my waist.

  We went at each other like wild animals, not asking for or giving any gentleness or tenderness. Sex that night with her was the hottest and sexiest of our relationship.

  Chapter Three

  In the morning, I woke to find her sucking my cock. And it was on. We fucked for hours before my sore cock couldn’t take any more pussy or ass.

  Rather to my surprise, Jemma kept her word about getting to know Tasha. By February, she and I and Tasha and Dave were double-dating regularly. In March, Tasha and I began taking turns tutoring Jemma, who couldn’t be bothered to study on her own, and was failing almost all her major subjects. By April, it was clear that, despite all our efforts, Jemma was going to fail the semester.

  “You know your Tasha is okay,” she told me one night, after we’d had sex instead of studying. “She’s kind of nice.”

  “How many times must I tell you that she is not mine? I’ve never wanted or received anything from her except her friendship. That’s the way it’ll always be for us. So cut it out.”

  “Well, I’m certainly glad to hear that, because she and I had a talk, and she promised to keep the other girls away from you until you finish your last year and we can be together again.”

  I reluctantly lifted my head from her delightful body and stared down into her beautiful eyes. “What are you talking about, Jemma?”

  “I’m just not cut out for college, Jimmy. I’m flunking just about everything. I’m going home at the end of the semester—for good. If I didn’t know that I could trust you with her, I’d be a nut case. So you have to promise me that you won’t go out with anyone else on campus but Tasha. Okay?”

  During the year we’d been seeing each other, I’d fallen madly in love with Jemma.

  I guess she felt the same way about me, because we’d talked of living together when we graduated. The thought of spending a whole year without making love to her made me feel weak.

  “You can’t go. I can’t live without loving you. And anyway, what about Dave? Do you really think he’s just going to step aside, so Tasha and I can keep each other company?”

  “Oh, don’t worry about Dave. He’s flunking, too. And just to encourage him to leave, so you can have Tasha to go out with again, I’ve convinced my father to offer him a very tempting job in one of his West Coast offices. He accepted.”

  I pulled away from her. “How could you do that, Jemma? How is Tasha going to feel when he leaves her?

  She shrugged, clearly unconcerned.

  “She’s very fond of him,” I said angrily. I still couldn’t bring myself to admit that Tasha might be in love with Dave because, of course, that would mean she couldn’t be even a little bit in love with me if she were. Not that I was ready to admit to wanting her to feel anything but friendship for me at that point.

  “Oh, Jimmy, wake up. She’ll pretend to care that he’s gone, but she really won’t. It’s you she’s always wanted. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve actually done her a favor. She can have you back for a year, but then you’ll be mine again. She’d better understand that.”

  “But, Jemma—”

  She pressed her fingers against my lips to silence me. “Do you want to talk? Or do you want to dive into my ass?” She rolled onto her belly and reached back to part her ass cheeks.

  I was addicted and couldn’t help myself. Pulling on a condom, I lubed her ass up, and then plunged it deep. Holy shit, she had a sweet ass. After the workout she gave my dick, I didn’t care about anything—including Tasha’s hurt feeling.

  But for once, my beautiful, scheming Jemma had miscalculated. After she and Dave left, at first, Tasha and I fell back into our old familiar
routine, as if the year with Jemma had never interrupted our friendship. But one night I arrived early for our date.

  Her roommate, on her way out, let me in. “Tasha’s in the shower,” she said. “Let her know you’re here.”

  I nodded, but when I went into the living room, they were showing sports highlights. So I sat down and forget to call out to Tasha.

  “Did you see my blue bra, Beth?”

  I glanced up.

  Tasha appeared in the doorway, in the process of enfolding herself in a large towel. Before she gasped and wrapped it around herself, I got a glance of her naked body. She had a big, beautiful rack, a slightly round belly, and a hair-covered, nappy dugout that I suddenly wanted to tap.

  “Relihan! What are you doing here?” she asked, not quite meeting my gaze.

  I rose and crossed the room to look down at her. Her smooth dark skin glistened with moisture from her shower. Her dark hair, worn in one thick braid, fell over her shoulder. The desire I felt to reach out and snatch the towel away so I could gaze at her nude body shocked me. “I finished early and decided to come over to see you,” I said. “Beth let me in on her way out.”

  She clutched the towel close and back away. “I’ll dress and be right with you.”

  As she walked away, I realized for the first time, that she had a big, round ass. Talk about a bubble butt. I raked my palms down my jeans, trying to rub away the urge to spank her.

  After a movie, we went out to dinner. As I sat looking across the table into her pretty brown eyes, I felt my cock hardening as I remembered that brief glimpse of her naked body.

  While I tried to pretend to listen to what she said, I longed to take her home and make love to her. I tried to tell myself that I was just missing Jemma badly. That the wine we’d drank and the dim candlelight were combining to put me in the mood. It wasn’t really Tasha I wanted. After frequent, wild sex with Jemma for a year, I’d developed quite a sexual appetite, and now I was hungry. Any woman would do. Tasha just happened to be the woman sitting across from me. Or so I told myself.

  “Why are you staring at me like that, Relihan?” Tasha asked, looking uncomfortable. “Is my nose shiny or something?”

  Unable to resist the urge to touch her, I reached across the table and took her hands in mine. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told you—not only are you intelligent, but you’re pretty, too,” I said softly, staring into her eyes. How had I never noticed how easy it would be to lose myself in their depths?

  “Hey, what brings this on, Relihan? Your precious Jemma’s only been gone a few months. Feeling the strain already?”

  “Do I have to be lonely to tell you you’re pretty?” As I spoke, I wondered why I’d never noticed how her eyes sparkled and her cheeks dimpled so delightfully when she smiled. Not to mention how sexy a full-figured body could be.

  She glanced away, shrugging. “You never have before, Relihan,” she said pulling her hands from my grip. “So don’t go getting silly on me just because Jemma’s not here and your hormones are acting up.”

  My hormones were acting up because I’d developed a healthy sexual appetite and I’d seen her naked for the first time. Gloriously naked.

  I flashed a quick smile and sat back in my seat. I spent the rest of the night trying to put her at ease. I think it worked but it took all my willpower to resist the urge to kiss her on the lips when I took her back to her place.

  I settled for putting my hands on her shoulders and kissing her on the cheek, very close to her lips. Then I hugged her close to me. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in my arms, but it was the first time I’d ever been aware of how her soft curves seemed to fit so naturally against my body. And of course I was very aware of the weight of her breasts against my body.

  I got a little crazy. I reached between our bodies and pinched her nipples.

  She gasped and then pushed me away from her. “What do you think you’re doing, Relihan?” she asked in a breathless voice.

  “Saying good night,” I said, grinning down at her.

  She stared at me in silence.

  Encouraged, I reached out and pinched her nipples again.

  She slapped my hands away.

  “Let’s have dinner tomorrow night,” I suggested.

  “Oh, no. No, not a good idea.” She shook her head quickly, backing away from me.

  “Why not? Have you got a date already, or are you afraid of me, Tasha?” I asked, stepping close to her.

  “What do you mean? Of course I’m not afraid of you.” She bit her lip. “Should I be?”

  Damn straight—every moment we were alone. I bent my head and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll see you tomorrow night at seven.”

  “No—”

  “Yes,” I said and pinched her nipples one final time.

  “Relihan! Don’t,” she whispered and turned away.

  Resisting the urge to slap her ass when she turned away, I left. I went back to my place, had a few beers, and then took a cold shower. After getting in bed, I called Jemma and we had hot phone sex which help cool me down. I fell asleep confident things could go back to normal between me and Tasha when we had dinner the next night.

  We both pretended I’d never stepped out of line. But that was only a short–term fix. I don’t quite know how it happened, but the more time I spent with Tasha, the more I wanted her. She tried to pretend that she wasn’t feeling attracted to me, but I knew she was. I guess my masculine pride was pleased to find that Jemma was right about how Tasha felt about me. I could tell how she felt by the way her eyes lit up whenever she saw me, and the way her breathing quickened whenever we touched by accident, or when we danced close together.

  Once I even caught her looking at my groin—as if fantasizing about sex with me. I knew I sure wanted to have sex with her. Still, even though I knew that with just a little encouragement from me she’d let me make love to her, I couldn’t bring myself to push her.

  Even then, I knew Tasha wasn’t the kind of girl a guy used for sex. She was the kind you didn’t sleep with unless you were ready to settle into a one-on-one relationship. Resisting my growing desire to make love to Tasha left me feeling rather drained, but the challenge also made me want her all the more. I was all right, as long as I took lots of cold showers.

  That strategy worked right up until the night that Tasha invited me into her apartment for coffee, after we’d been to dinner and a movie.

  There was something about the way she spoke in a low, breathless voice that got me to thinking she might want to get busy with me. But strangely enough, I hesitated, glancing at my watch. “It’s after eleven. Won’t Beth be asleep?” I asked.

  “Beth’s out for the night.”

  “And you’re not afraid to let me in?” I asked, staring down into her eyes, letting her see my desire for her.

  She inhaled sharply, but didn’t look away. “No. I’m not afraid—not of you, Relihan. Never of you. No matter what.”

  I think that’s when I knew we were at the point of no going back. I felt my heartbeat quicken. I knew what she was trying to tell me. My mouth watered at the thought of making love to her.

  I resisted the urge to pinch her nipples and brushed my hand against the back of her cheek instead. “Are you sure, Tasha?”

  She moistened her lips twice before she nodded. “I’m sure, Relihan.”

  We went through the pretense of having coffee, but after just a few sips, I stood up and looked down at her.

  She looked up at me with those big, dark eyes of her full of indecision.

  I probably should have backed off—for friendship’s sake. Instead, I reached down to urge her to her feet.

  When she stood before me, I put my arms around her. I was suddenly so hot, I wanted to pull out my dick and plunge it into her with one hard thrust. But this wasn’t Jemma. This was Tasha. As horny as I was, I still knew I had to treat her with respect and a certain level of tenderness.

  So I cupped my hands over her face and touche
d my mouth to hers.

  She made a soft sound and trembled against me.

  Her mouth felt soft and warm under mine. I deepened the kiss.

  She responded, leaning closer and parting her lips.

  I tried to go slow with her. Slipping my arms around her, I kissed her again.

  She kissed me with a shy eagerness that made me want her more.

  So I kissed her again, trying to burn the taste of her sweet lips onto my hungry mouth.

  I don’t know how long we traded kisses before I was ready to rip off both our clothes and have sex with her.

  I know she didn’t have much experience, but my desire for sex was finally clear to her.

  I guess that’s when she pushed against my shoulder.

  I reluctantly lifted my mouth away from hers.

  “Oh, Jimmy, what are we doing?”

  She sounded a little uncertain—as if she wasn’t sure she shouldn’t try to stop me. But after those heated kisses, I was beyond the point when I was willing to stop until I’d slid my cock deep inside her.

  After giving her a moment to get used to the idea, I gently swept her into my arms again. “We’re getting in the mood. I’m going to make love to you, Tasha,” I whispered against her hair.

  “Do you think we should? Will it be all right?”

  “Yes.” But, right then, I didn’t really care if it would be okay or not. I just knew there was no way I was leaving her apartment until after we’d had sex. Nevertheless, I waited for her to protest or to tell me to stop.

  If she sounded as if she really meant it, I would have stopped. But her only response was to wrap her arms around my neck and bury her face against my shoulder. “Be gentle, Jimmy,” she whispered. “Please.”

  Hearing the fear under the desire, I knew what I’d always suspected was probably true. I was about to dive into virgin territory in more ways than one. “I’ll be very gentle,” I promised her.

  I disrobed quickly and then led her to her bedroom. Inside, I slowly undressed her, staring in awe at each part of her body. I’ve never been attracted to women her size, but once she stood shivering naked in front of me, I realized I’d never seen anyone more alluring than her.