...o the duct tape, and all this only drove her crazier with desire. After flinging the undergarments out into the hall, she climbed back on top of him, her knees on either side of his lower torso.
"Are you ready?" she asked, her delicate fingers on his belt buckle. He shook his head no.
I'll take that as a yes, she thought.
Ten minutes later, she was lying next to him, her breath slowing down, while she traced her fingers along his chest and swallowed to get the dryness out of her throat. "Well… That was a lot of fun, huh?" she asked, feeling like she was 16 again. Everything had felt… indescribable. It had been so long she had felt that kind of pleasure. The entrance, the expanding, the every movement, all as shocking as static. And the orgasm! Holy shit, the first orgasm in years, and… Fuck, man, fuck! That shit was medicine! Talk about becoming loose.
She got up, wrapping herself in a sheet and putting a blanket over White Pantera (whose eyes were staring, horror-filled, into space), and walked over to the video recorder. Smiling, she remembered how she ended all the videotapes they had made when they were dating. She made a kiss at the lens in front of her and turned off the camera.
"If you ever need me for some fun, call me," Ca...