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"  Drumroll please\u2026.I did not change my plans and stay in the city to take care of Jen. I will definitely be there for her while she goes through this break-up, but I was not about to cancel my plans for a friend who has been completely MIA for the last two years of my life. Now, if something like this had happened to Ashley, I would have dropped everything to be at her side.  We arrived at Anderson&amp;#039;s house (Peter&amp;#039;s friend) around nine on Friday night. I don&amp;#039;t know what Anderson does for a living, but after seeing his house, I am thinking about changing careers to whatever it is. Peter and I got the bedroom in the left wing of the house\u2014with views of the water, a huge fluffy white bed, and our own private bathroom with amenities just made for shower sex.  Everyone decided to freshen up before heading out to a popular bar. As I was touching up my face paint in the mirror, Peter slunk up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck and I felt a (good) chill run through me.  &amp;quot;We have a few minutes,&amp;quot; he said, making eye contact with me in the mirror.  &amp;quot;Is that so?&amp;quot;  Peter nodded, and slid his hands to my hips, turning me so that he could kiss me. I dropped the bronzer brush that was in my hand to wrap my hands around his neck, and it clattered to the floor. Peter had me pinned against the edge of the bathroom counter, and he reached around and dragged down the zipper to my dress. It fell into a heap on the floor, and Peter stepped back. As he shed his clothes, I perched strategically on the edge of the counter. By the time Peter took a step forward and wrapped my legs around his waist, I realized I had discovered my new favorite sex position. The angle was freaking perfect\u2014we were pressed so closely together that his body rubbed against alllll the right spots, and knowing that he was watching the action in the mirror over my shoulder was hot.  &amp;quot;Peter! Josie! The bar gets packed if you&amp;#039;re not there by 10. Let&amp;#039;s go!&amp;quot; It was Fedora Guy, outside our door. Really?  &amp;quot;One second!&amp;quot; Peter yelled, without ever once breaking his stride. What a keeper.  Even though Peter was still going, I thought I was about to lose my orgasm\u2014I mean, nothing to break the mood quite like hearing that I&amp;#039;m all out of time. But Peter switched his rhythm, so that he was doing more of this circular, gyrating thing.  &amp;quot;Come for me baby,&amp;quot; he whispered in my ear. And that was all it took.  Peter leaned diagonally into me, steadying himself by placing his hands on either side of my head against the mirror. We were both out of breath.  &amp;quot;Peter!&amp;quot; Fedora guy yelled again.  &amp;quot;We need two minutes!&amp;quot; he yelled back.  &amp;quot;Well, excuusseee me,&amp;quot; I heard Fedora guy mutter from outside the door.  Peter and I quickly cleaned ourselves up and met the others downstairs.  &amp;quot;Did you get a new bronzer?&amp;quot; Ashley asked as we walked out the door.  &amp;quot;No, why?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You look really tan or flushed or something.&amp;quot; I heard Peter snicker.  &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s just my natural glow, dahling,&amp;quot; I told her, throwing Peter a look.  For the rest of the night, every time Peter and I caught each other&amp;#039;s eye, we&amp;#039;d exchange knowing smiles. Even though I&amp;#039;m so happy I decided to come this weekend (pun intended), the weekend wasn&amp;#039;t all unicorns and rainbows. I&amp;#039;ll tell you about the drama in the next post.  Have you ever had sex on the sly? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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