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I stoked under the shower, images of Maxine’s sleeping face filling my mind. A single thought of her—soft lips slightly parted in sleep, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the way her leg sometimes brushed against mine without meaning to—was enough to push me to the edge. A few strokes later, the climax hit hard and fast. My head tipped back. A low, broken sound escaped my throat: “Oh, Maxine…” Then I saw her. Standing there with her mouth slightly in an “O” shape. Jesus help! I’m doomed. My desire for her was an open book now. Most importantly, she’d seen my swollen bunch. Oh god, I once ripped a woman apart with my size. She would definitely be scared away, just like those girls in our clubhouse. “Don’t look.” I lowered my head with embarrassment, waiting for her judgment. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Then came some light footsteps. “Want my help?” That. Freaking. Sweet. Voice. ************ "Go home, you have worked too much overtime this week. Have an early night and give that boyfriend of yours an early treat." My boss practically pushed me out the door, a wicked grin on his face. "Okay, okay, I'm going. I'm going. I straddled my bike and started it up. This was going to be a great night. Today was my boyfriend's birthday, and I was going to give him my purity. I was ready to give him my all, my first, my heart, take the big plunge. I felt I was ready. I pulled into the driveway to see my sister's and my boyfriend's cars. I had no idea my sister was coming home today. She was still at college in her final year, though I heard she wasn't doing so well. The poor golden girl has not met up with expectations; not that I was worried. My ex-boyfriend showed up three hours early; we were going out today, but that’s not for a few more hours. What was he doing here already? Walking in the back door, I heard voices and headed towards them; they were in Dad's office, with the door slightly ajar. I moved silently to the door and waite
