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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1:Paige

  Chapter 2:Caleb

  Chapter 3:Paige

  Chapter 4:Caleb

  Chapter 5:Paige

  Chapter 6:Caleb

  Chapter 7:Paige

  Chapter 8:Caleb

  Chapter 9:Paige

  Chapter 10:Caleb

  Chapter 11:Paige

  Chapter 12:Caleb

  Chapter 13:Paige

  Chapter 14:Caleb

  Chapter 15:Paige

  Chapter 1: Seth

  Chapter 2:Tara

  Chapter 3:Seth

  Chapter 4:Tara

  Chapter 6:Tara

  Chapter 7:Seth

  Chapter 8:Tara

  Chapter 9:Seth

  Chapter 10:Tara

  Chapter 11:Seth

  Chapter 12:Tara

  Chapter 13:Seth

  Chapter 14:Tara

  Chapter 15:Seth

  Chapter 16:Tara

  Chapter 17:Seth

  Chapter 18:Tara

  Chapter 19:Seth

  Chapter 20:Tara

  Turning a Page

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  Chapter 1:Paige

  Adam lookedjust so gorgeous. The early evening sunlight filtered through his long, sandy-colored hair, illuminating the perfectly tanned skin of his face. His beautiful face with its high cheekbones, sculpted jawline, wide, full lips and bright blue, oval eyes. He was so pretty he almost looked girlish, except that his rugged stubble, strong body, and deep, deep voice confirmed him as all man.

  I gazed at him across the table as we sat with our friends, enjoying drinks at the downtown bar, sitting outside so those who wanted to could smoke. It was the last Thursday before summer semester, our last semester before graduation, and we were determined to make the most of it. Four years Adam and I had been together, almost since the beginning of college, and we were preparing ourselves for the real world.

  I sat across from Adam. My longtime BFF Stacy, who lived with us off campus, sat by him. We’d been friends for as long as I could remember, since high school back in Ohio. She was wild, crazy, hilarious, and just about as sexy as a girl could be. Her long, dark, straight hair fell right down, stopping just above the delicate angel wings tattooed onto the small of her back, and she loved to show off her athletic body with the shortest of skirts or shorts and the tightest of tight tops, but only ever used the lightest of makeup touches to highlight her stunning features.

  Stacy was notorious around the college for working as a stripper to pay her rent and tuition.However, she was managing to get through college without accruing the mountains of debt the rest of us were running up. We’d been sharing our pre-war, two-bedroom apartment downtown from the college for over three years and the three of us were more like a family than just roommates.Hell, aside from a weekend over the spring vacation, where we all went home to our folks, we hadn’t been apart since last summer.

  Then there were our other friends; Donny, Julie, Anna, and Paul. All of them had returned from their far-flung homes to be back at Texas A&M for the final time, before being forced to grow up. We all had classes the next day but we didn’t care. It felt like the day would never end.

  Adam held court, his masculine voice sounding so authoritative on so many subjects. I just loved to look at him and listen to him arguing his points. Even after a day of beer, he still sounded clear and concise, yet put his opinions across with humor and fairness. The same couldn’t be said of Donny who, as the glasses emptied, his good old fashioned, local upbringing began to come through. He sounded more and more the deep south republican with every round.

  I stared at Adam as he patiently listened to his friend, then managed to make his argument without undermining or belittling Donny’s position. I only hoped that when Adam completed his major in political sciences and eventually ran for president, which was inevitable as far as I could see, they didn’t make him cut his hair. It ran down, passed his shoulders, almost to his butt. I loved it. I loved it when he’d throw it over my naked body as we slept, or how it rained down around me as he towered over me when we made love. I got so caught up in the memory, I felt a tingle of electricity sprint its way across my skin, running down to become a deep throb between my legs. I was so distracted for a moment, I didn’t even realize Anna was talking to me.

  “Anyway,” she directed her voice at me, “the last news I got was that the date was for the Saturday two weeks after graduation. Is that still on?”

  My brain snapped back into itself and I caught up with the flow. Clearly, Anna was trying to move the subject away from Adam and Donny’s ‘God and guns’ discussion, either because she was bored or she was worried Donny was another sip away from drawing down on Adam at high noon, tomorrow. And she was doing so by asking me about the wedding.

  “That’s right,” I smiled at her, feeling for Adam’s hand across the table. We touched and his fingers closed around mine. “We still have somethings to iron out but we couldn’t be more excited.”

  “I’m still Maid of Honor, though, right?” Stacy half asked, half announced.

  “Yes, baby, your role is secure,” I told her. She grinned happily.

  “And you’re holding it Texas, instead of Ohio or California, because…?” asked Julie.

  “I only have my mom and dad in Ohio. Adam only has his dad and his brother on the west
coast. It’s just easier for them to come down here than try and get all the friends we have in San Antonio out to our hometowns.”

  “If we could ever agree on which hometown to hold the event in,” Adam said, squeezing my hand.

  “I don’t care where it is,” laughed Stacy. “I’m just looking forward to meeting Adam’s brother!”

  Everyone joined in with the laughter. Stacy was incorrigible but, although I was pretty sure she was joking, I couldn’t be one hundred percent positive she wasn’t being serious.

  “Bitch, please,” chuckled Adam, “Nathan is still in high school, you know?”

  “Oh, I know,” she said with a wicked grin. “That just means he’s like you but without the know-it-all attitude or any poor sexual technique that needs retraining.”

  The table erupted in hysteria. “Who told you I had poor technique?” Adam demanded.

  “Don’t look at me, darling,” I told him.

  The argument raged until none of us could speak any longer, tears of laughter streaming down our faces. I prayed silently that this would never end. Although the rest of our lives stretched out before us, like never-ending highway heading for a distant sunset, I wanted to stay with my friends and feel this happy and alive for the rest of my life.

  Until I looked at Adam again, smiling as he tickled Stacy in retaliation for her insult. Then I couldn’t wait for the evening to end, so he could take me home and fuck my brains out.

  *****

  “I have something for you,” I breathed as sexily as I could into his ear, holding his face in my hands. Adam’s hands gripped my jean clad ass as I straddled him, sat on the edge of our couch. Stacy had stayed out with the others but, as the night had worn on, they disappeared off around the Riverwalk bars and Adam and I decided to steal home. We’d almost fallen into the apartment, making out furiously as he’d struggled with the key in the lock.

  The door had opened onto our modest yet comfortable living room, with its low couch below the second-floor window, the single chair to the side, and the TV on its stand that faced them both. The walls were white-painted brick and the floor was wood, while our mostly unused kitchenette took up the enclave by the front door.

  The bar we’d been drinking in was right below us, so we hadn’t had to come far, but it still felt too far to the bedroom for me. I’d dragged him to the couch and crawled into his lap, moaning loudly as his tongue explored my mouth.

  “Oh, yeah?” he breathed. “What do you have?”

  I climbed up off him and left him sat there, his shirt untucked where I’d pulled it out, and his belt and the button of his jeans undone. I silently stepped away into the bedroom and pulled the cardboard box I’d been saving out from under the bed. I held up the sexy, lacy black bustier, a tiny black thong, some sheer black stockings with garters, and a pair of red stiletto heels. I couldn’t ignore the erotic tingle that ran through my body as I slipped on the naughty underwear, my skin almost singing in anticipation of the look I’d see on his face and the merciless pounding I was sure to receive.

  I took a good look at myself in my huge vanity mirror and decided I looked almost good enough to eat. The bustier pushed my full yet modest boobs up, cinched in nicely at my waist, and stopped to leave a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, flat stomach before it disappeared behind my thong. The stockings and shoes elongated my slim legs and I felt like the world’s most expensive hooker. I was ready to blow his mind. I took a deep breath headed back out. Adam turned to see me as soon as I stepped back into the living room and his jaw dropped.

  “Holy shit, Paige,” he almost stuttered, “you look amazing. What’s the occasion?”

  “Nothing,” I smiled, slinking toward him. “It’s just been a little while and I miss you. I know we promised Stacy we’d never fuck on her couch, so I decided that when we did, we’d make it memorable.”

  “I’m sure I’m not going to forget this for a long time,” he muttered as I stood before him. I felt his soft breath on the sensitive skin just above my panty line a fraction of a second before his lips touched, sending shivers of pleasure across my skin and forcing a deep sigh from my lungs. I closed my eyes and let my fingers wander through his hair, as I felt his hands sliding up the backs of my thighs. His fingertips passing the material of the stockings to trace over the bare skin of my buttocks brought a slight gasp from me as well, and I pushed him back on the couch so I could lower myself into his lap.

  I slipped my hands up under his T-shirt, running my touch over his beautifully defined abs and pecs, lifting it up so I would be able to feel his hot skin on mine when we actually got down to sex. He obliged me by slipping it up over his head, while my hands went down to his pants. I drew down his zipper and pulled his jeans apart, reaching inside to find him.

  He groaned in pleasure as I made contact, but I was confused. We’d made love countless times in the years we’d been together and I knew how he felt when he was fully aroused. I could feel the heat from him and there was some life in his cock, but it was a long way from his usual, iron-hard readiness. Not again, I thought to myself, please, God!

  Maybe he was just warming up, I decided. I pulled his mouth to my chest and he began eating at my cleavage, the bustier slipping enough so a proud, pink nipple could work its way free and fall between his hot lips. Still, though, I could feel very little happening between his legs. I quickly stood and kicked his thighs apart, like a dominating stripper, and kneeled down. With my stocking covered knees on the wood and my nearly naked ass in the air, I took his almost limp dick into my mouth and sucked, running my lips up and down him. Still nothing.

  “God, I want you so bad!” I whispered, hoping it might tease some life into him. After a few more quick tugs that confirmed he was only getting smaller, I pulled myself away from him. “Are you okay, baby?” I asked. Sure, I was frustrated, but I cared more about his feelings. Plus, making him feel bad about it wasn’t going to help.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he gave me a weak smile, “it must be the beer. I’ve been drinking since lunchtime.”

  “And yesterday?” I asked, getting up and sitting beside him on the couch. Again, I was trying not to sound pissed, but my confidence was taking a blow.

  “I was tired,” he snapped, sounding defensive. He got up and walked toward the bedroom door.

  I didn’t want to fight, I wanted to be with him. “I’m sorry, baby, but it’s been months since we’ve been together. I know things have been tough lately, but I’m starting to think it’s me.”

  He stopped at the bedroom door and turned back to me. “Paige,” he said, “you are beautiful and so sexy. Please believe it’s not you.” He held his hand out to me and I knew we were going to bed to go to sleep. “We’ll work it out, I promise.”

  My heart sank lower aswe undressed and got under the sheet. Adam was asleep in moments, leaving me staring at the ceiling, feeling insecure,tense, and horny. I killed me how much we loved hanging out, how much everyone was envious of us and what we seemed to have, and that it all felt like a lie. At first, it wasn’t so bad. He was too tired, or worried about a test, but the days turned into weeks, then months, and we’d pretty much stopped trying. That’s why I’d spent three hundred dollars on sexy underwear. I loved him and I needed him. We were planning our wedding, for God’s sake. I only hoped this was a glitch.

  Chapter 2:Caleb

  It was a tough day. I’d spent most of it being introduced to the rest of the faculty and the department heads, only to be sure I’d forget all their names by the next morning. I needed a hot bath, a stiff drink and, if she was in the mood, a little loving from my beautiful wife if I was going to make it as a professor in this new chapter of my life. Thank God I didn’t have an actual class until Monday.

  It was dark as I drove up to the long driveway toward the sprawling ranch house that I’d bought, just outside San Antonio. Helena had chosen it and I’d just thought; hey – when in Rome… It was pretty and what you could get down here, for a fraction of the cost of
a one-bed apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan, it beggared belief. For once, I was glad I’d held back just a little during those hedonistic days, and hadn’t blown all my money on coke and parties.

  The lights in the driveway by the garage were on, which was not what I’d expected, but then we’d been living here exactly one week and I still wasn’t sure how everything worked, yet. Maybe there was a timer. I sure didn’t feel like hanging around outside to see if they went out.

  I stepped through the front door to find all the lights in the foyer on, as well. “Honey! I’m home!” I tried for comedic effect, pretty sure that it would be lost on my former supermodel wife. Not that she’d have heard me if she was up in our bedroom, anyway, it was a hike almost tantamount to scaling Everest to reach our suite from the front door. I took a deep breath and set off, anyway.

  Nope. The lights were on in the upstairs hallway but the master bedroom was dark. So was our bathroom. I figured she wasn’t home and decided I really should go over my lesson plan one more time before the morning. Plus, I had a fully stocked bar-globe in my office. I made my way in that direction and, as I reached the doorway, I saw light coming from the gap under the guest bedroom door, at the end of the hall. It was moving. Maybe the housekeeper had been and left the TV on?

  Nope, wrong again. I opened the door and, in the fraction of a second it took for my brain to translate what went through my head into coming out of my mouth, I saw Helena, my tall, blonde, slim and statuesque wife, nude, clasping her small breasts to her chest as she bounced and swore on top of another man. His face was grimacing as he drove himself into her, groaning and puffing with the effort I knew it took to satisfy her.

  “Holy shit!” I shouted, watching Helena turn her face toward me with a look of shock and disgust on her face. She leaped off her lover and they both struggled to cover their nakedness.

  “What are you doing here?” she snapped at me.

  “Fuck, darling,” I began, “I’m really sorry. I totally forgot you said you had company. I’ll go.”