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“I—”

“It’s okay, darlin’,” my mom said to my surprise. I looked up and saw her smiling at me in the way only a mother could.

“It is?”

“I’m fine with it,” she replied, waving her hand. “Jim’s a good man. It’s your father you’ve got to worry about.”

Yes. Yes, it is.

“Do you think he’ll…disapprove?”

“That I can’t say,” my mom replied. “But I wouldn’t bet on that being an easy conversation.”

“No?” I asked, hoping somehow she’d say something to calm my nerves, but all she did was shrug.

“Men are protective of their daughters. Jim’s twice your age and your father’s best friend. This might drive a wedge between them, or a wedge between you and your father.”

“I was afraid you’d say that…”

“Tell me, Autumn,” my mom said, stepping closer. “This man—is he worth the fuss? There’s plenty of fish in the sea and many of them swimmin’ around your school just lookin’ for a gorgeous girl like you.”

“I don’t want a bunch of fish, Ma,” I replied. “I want him.”

My mom sighed, but it wasn’t a sigh of disapproval; it was a sigh of understanding. She took me in her arms and hugged me.

“All right, sweetie,” she replied. “But I’d prepare yourself for quite the conversation when your father gets home.”

Chapter Twelve

Autumn

Four and a half weeks later…

“I’m coming!” I gasped, my heartbeat thudding in my ears as Jim pinned me down beneath him on the bed and pounded me. “I’m coming!”

“Come, baby,” he growled. “Do it!”

Jim’s dick pulsed inside me, and when I felt the first shot of his cum spray into my pussy, I burst like a firework.

“Shiiiiiiit!” I moaned, pressing my face against his hard, sweaty chest as my orgasm slapped me silly.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and tugged him down on top of me. He thrust deep inside and left his cock there as he came, filling me up for the third time that day. Climaxing together was incredible, and we both laid there for so long I was almost ready to fall asleep when he raised his head and kissed me.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” he said, brushing a piece of hair from my forehead. I absentmindedly traced the line of his shoulders with my middle finger and smiled. I must have been glowing like a firefly.

“Amen to that,” I smiled.

We were in Jim’s bed. I’d taken to sleeping here four nights out of the week (at least) as Jim didn’t like coming into the dorms.

“Not right for someone my age,” he’d said.

He’d picked me up on campus several times, which had drawn looks from plenty of the girls, especially my roommate Tasha.

“Oh my God!” she’d hissed as I’d left the room. “Is that—your boyfriend?”

“Gotta go,” I’d said with a wink.

Walking around with Jim really did make me feel like a queen. It must be how the girlfriends of movie stars feel when they’re strutting around Hollywood or wherever.

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