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My thighs were wet underneath my skirt and I used a bit of tissue to dry off before heading downstairs. If only we’d had a little more time together; I could have showed Jim that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

It wasn’t something I normally did, but it had me feely extra sexy as I stepped out into the hall, hoping he was still standing there waiting for me.

But no such luck. He’d already gone downstairs, so I made my way down the steps and back into the kitchen to find him sitting at the small table in the corner with his legs crossed.

Still hard…I thought with a smirk as I entered and flashed him my cutest wink. His eyes narrowed, scolding me, as if to say, “Not here.”

Everywhere…I replied with my eyes.

“Get that jar open?” my dad asked.

“My door lock thingy,” I replied. “Fell out again. Jim got it back in for me.”

It was only a white lie. The little push lock on my door had fallen out this week, but I’d fixed it on my own by just screwing it back into the latch.

“Gotta keep the robbers out,” Jim joked from the corner.

“And the boys,” my dad added, not knowing just how true that was.

The rest of Thanksgiving prep was torture. All I wanted to do was have Jim carry me in his arms up to my room, lay me down on my bed, and take me, but I had to help get everything ready for the big meal.

After a few minutes, Jim managed to get up—I guess his dick finally went down enough that he could walk around—and we all got the feast ready together.

By the time everything else was ready, the turkey was done and it was time to eat.

Our family table was small, as it usually just sat the three of us, and I made sure to take the seat next to Jim. He didn’t want me next to him of course, and I knew why, but that only made me want it more.

“You wanna give thanks, Jim?” my dad asked.

“Oh, no,” he shook his head. “Your house. You do the honors.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he smiled. “Okay then. Lord, let us give thanks for our family, our health, the safe lives you have bestowed upon us, and most of all, the safe return of my best bud, Jim.”

“Oh, how nice,” my mom smiled. We all raised our glasses for a toast and dug in.

Just sitting next to Jim was torture. Maybe it was all in my head, but I could have sworn I could feel the heat from his body and I could definitely smell him, and when I thought back to the spectacle I’d looked up at when I was on my knees beneath him and he was unloading on my face, I felt myself get even wetter than I already was.

Once or twice I slid my hand under the table and reached for his bulge, but both times Jim managed to shift his position and get away from me.

Honestly, I was loving it. I’d never felt more desired by being refused. The boys in college were nothing like this.

They’d either get drunk and come onto you like they already assumed you wanted to sleep with them, or they’d hit you up on social media with dick pics or dance around the subject of actually asking you out.

But Jim wanted me. He wanted me more than anything, which was why he was trying so hard to resist me.

I reached between his legs again as Mom got up to get the pumpkin pie, and this time he took my hand in his and squeezed my fingers together just hard enough to hurt. He was sending a message telling me to stop, but all it did was turn me on more.

I looked up at him with eyes that said it all and could see his resolve starting to slip. I was getting to him.

All I had to do was get him alone again…

“Would you like cream with yours, Jim?” my mom asked as she set his slice of pie in front of him.

I sure would…I thought.

Dirty thoughts like this weren’t like me. Like, not at all…and that was just another reason I knew that Jim was the man for me. He’d brought out a side of me that I didn’t even know existed, and I was loving it.

“Please,” he smiled politely.

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