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SHERRY

"Harry, baby, I'm gonna continue to talk you through it, okay? I'm doing the same thing over here.  I'm touching my pussy right now and wishing it was you . . . your hand. Your fingers inside of me, feeling how wet I am for you, baby. How much I want you, Harry . . ."

"Sherry . . . I'm . . .fuck, baby." I hear his breathing, a grunt, and a few moans, and I wonder how his face looks in the moment.

I whisper his name softly again and again and again, until he's quiet.

*****

HARRY

Coming down from the wank of the century, I discover a massive jizz stain on my t-shirt. I suppose I should be thankful I didn't shoot myself in the eye considering the intensity of my orgasm. I figure I'll blot it with tissue, but the container is just out of reach.

When I look up, Sherry's in the doorframe, wearing nothing but a shy grin and a t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Hello.

My mouth drops open in awe that she's in my room half-naked. I bite my lip in embarrassment, remembering my cum-stained t-shirt.

"Hi." It's ironic that while I casually pull the sheet over my mess, I'm about to sprain an optic nerve trying to see up under her shirt.

"Is someone in need of a fresh t-shirt?" She winks.

Flushed cheeks don't hinder my response. "The one you're wearing will do," my voice is low.

Turning me down with a shake of her head, she walks to the dresser and pulls open my t-shirt drawer. When she turns to choose a clean shirt, I'm able to see the curve at the bottom of her ass. There's no way she's wearing any panties. Selecting a shirt, she turns to look over her shoulder and I make no effort to hide my oogling.

"This one okay?" Sherry displays her choice, a very innocent look on her not-so-innocent face.

I give a silent nod as she approaches the bed, and I wonder if she feels the fire from my gaze burning holes through the fabric of her t-shirt. Based on the slight sway of her breasts and the visible hardness of her nipples, she's not wearing a bra either. I'd have another boner by now if it weren't for the psychological erection mumbo-jumbo we talked about earlier. Although I need physical contact to get it up again, my breathing still shallows at the sight of her.

Sherry tugs my t-shirt up, exposing my stomach. We're both aware my lower half is nude beneath the sheet, but this doesn't bother me anymore. There's a comfortable quiet between us and a newfound fluidity in our movements as we wordlessly navigate my wardrobe change. When it's done, I slip my arm around her waist, pulling her to me.

"Sherry?"

"Yeah?" She brushes the hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

"Kiss me." I pucker and she smiles.

She leans in and gives me one, two, three soft kisses before I pull her in tighter, my lips parting to capture hers inbetween. I gently suck on her bottom lip until she whimpers, her mouth opening to accept my tongue. She's so warm, I can't help but think of our phone conversation about pushing my cock into her mouth.

Stroking her back through the thin fabric of her shirt, I move lightly at first, then with focused intent. I scrunch the fabric in my fist so it'll draw up a smidge, and then a little further yet. Our kisses intensify more than I think possible, and in the frantic tumble of tongues I wonder if I might be overwhelming her with my neediness.

I pull back, breathless.  Sherry's eyes are closed, and when they flutter open I'm drawn into her beautiful blue acceptance. She smiles bashfully, and I let my left hand wander down to her bottom, bare as I had suspected.

"Someone forgot their panties," I tease, palming the smoothness of her ass. Fuck.

She bites her lip a moment before setting it free. "Maybe someone left them on purpose?"

I release a low growl, my eyes drop to her tits, then lower, my breath catching in my throat. Her shirt is pulled up just enough to give me a view of an impeccably well-manicured, barely-there tuft of pubic hair. Remembering she was hairless in the nudes I'd seen on her phone, I look up at her with a grin, my fingertips gently squeezing her ass.

She kisses the tip of my nose, causing me to crinkle it up. I've always hated my nose. My nostrils are huge like a gorilla's. Right now I want to bury my huge nostrils between her thighs and inhale deeply.

"Stay with me tonight?" I want her close. I want to feel her breath on my neck and her palm on my stomach.

"Your dad's coming back though. You don't need me here." True. Those are facts, but . . .

Ugh. I'm not being clear enough. "No, I mean . . . stay with me tonight." Could I be anymore pathetic?  "In here," I pat the mattress next to me. "I want to cuddle you." And the answer is, yes, I can be more pathetic.

She gives me that aww-this-puppy's-so-cute-it-hurts-to-look-at-him expression. This could tilt the scales in my favor.

The wheels in her mind are clicking, and I know she wants to say yes. "Wouldn't that look 'unprofessional' though? What will your dad say?"

"Um . . . he knows.  I . . .  kinda told him." I've been doing a lot of confessing today.

"You told him? What'd you tell him?" I had to chuckle at the look on her face.

Great. Hell, I guess it's kinda obvious by now anyway. "Well . . . he started asking questions when I wanted to fire you, so I kinda told him I had a crush on you." I mumble on the last part and hope she doesn't hear it clearly, but I'm not so lucky.

"Really?" My ears detect a concealed squeal. She's loving this shit entirely too much. "You have a crush on me?" She tickles my side.

"Sherry, so help me God," my words spill out in spurts between tickles. "I am mentally saving up a list of shit I'm going to pay you back for, and when I'm outta this bed you are fucked. In more ways than one. Maybe even before that!"

Suddenly she's still, her head cocked. There's a noise in the house.

"It's your dad," Sherry sort of whispers but not really, eyes wide.

I have to laugh when she flees the room to find the rest of her clothes. And for some reason, I feel pretty sure that she'll be spending the night.