Chapter 43: Envy II

“Wait, that’s it?!”

I shrugged and leaned back against the couch.

Belle frowned, furrowed her eyebrows, looked across me at Naimh, and then returned her attention back to me. “Skylar suggested that you two tempting her into a hookup was doing the same thing that got her disowned from her family and ... and that’s it?!? Is this one of those, ‘I’ll share everything with my girlfriends that impacts them, but not the private/personal stuff?’”

I shook my head. “We’re not withholding anything. Neevie and I asked for more details, but she didn’t want to talk about it. So of course I--”

“--of course you didn’t pressure her into talking about it, because Matty never pressures anybody,” Eva finished for me with a groan. But a moment later, she sighed and shrugged, muttering, “Not that I have any grounds for complaint. I’d be a hypocrite for suggesting you do otherwise.”

“I’m surprised that you didn’t push her for details,” Belle observed, turning her attention to Naimh.

The redhead blushed. “I started to ... But Sky gave me this big puppy-dog-eyes look and I ... I didn’t have the heart.”

“Maybe -I- shoulda been there,” Belle muttered.

“I’m glad you weren’t there,” I stated evenly. “Skylar’s life is hard enough without you throwing bombs.”

“I don’t throw...” Belle began defensively before waggling her head and rolling her eyes. Eva merely started snickering. Belle threw up her hands and muttered, “Well if it gets shit done...”

I sighed before giving Belle a withering glare.

“So now what?” Eva asked. “What are you guys gonna do?”

“The only thing we CAN do,” I replied firmly. “Continue to be Skylar’s friend, continue to make clear we’d be willing and sympathetic listeners if she would ever feel comfortable unburdening herself, and respect her wishes if she doesn’t feel comfortable unburdening herself.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that the ‘harmless Matty’ approach is not a be-all/end-all cure for everything?” Belle grumped. “Sometimes, if you keep waiting for someone to feel comfortable with unburdening themselves, they’ll never unburden themselves. Sometimes, being a good friend is caring enough to step forward and make things uncomfortable to help them get over that hump and accept the emotional support you’re offering, rather than let them flounder inside their own neuroses for all eternity.”

Naimh and I glanced at each other in surprise. Naimh frowned and asked, “Is it just me, or did that actually make a lot of sense?”

Belle rolled her eyes, “I’ve been making a lot of sense all year! But nobody ever listens to me!”

I chuckled and reached out to hug Belle against my side before kissing the top of her head. “Still, it’s a careful decision figuring out whether or not Skylar really wants us to step up and help her get over the hump to accept a little emotional support ... or whether she’s not floundering inside her own neuroses and in fact would be better off without our meddling.”

Naimh’s eyebrows went up. “One way to find out.”

“Not tonight.”

“No, of course not tonight,” Naimh granted. “On the other hand, today was your last E10 class. We don’t have another regular meet-up with her.”

“I still always go over there every Thursday at lunch. I can try to get her to open up to me tomorrow,” I stated hopefully, and Naimh nodded. But then I turned my attention back to Belle and Eva, adding, “But if she does confide in me some private/personal information that doesn’t directly impact the rest of you, I won’t reveal that without her express permission, understand?”

“Boo...” Belle groaned, while Eva nodded her agreement.

I turned back to Naimh. “Tomorrow. I’ll go over there tomorrow.”

“Thanks, man. Keep the change,” I told Eric as the now-familiar cashier handed me the takeout bag containing my Persian Burger and fries. I didn’t necessarily come to Bongo Burger every Thursday before heading off to Skylar’s, but if I went back to do the math, I was pretty sure I could count the number of times I hadn’t done so on one hand.

I pushed my way past the crowded tables and past the line to squeeze out the door and then hit the sidewalk, walking on autopilot, feeling none of the tense anxiety I’d felt yesterday while walking to class. Then, I’d been caught in a neurotic zone of uncertainty: unsure of how to decipher the whole bathroom-door-cracked-open situation and trying to convince myself it was no big deal when it certainly FELT like a big deal.

One would think I’d be feeling the same way today, given that nothing had actually been resolved since then. But I had a spring in my step as I sauntered down the sidewalk, buoyed by a sense of purpose and determination. Yesterday, I hadn’t been sure whether Skylar had been testing me on purpose or whether I’d been reading too much into a total accident. But today, I knew she was attracted to me but specifically chose to NOT act on that attraction - which was perfectly acceptable, by the way. And instead of worrying about whether or not I’d done something wrong, I could focus on Skylar: a young woman dealing with unresolved issues who I could potentially help if I could just get her to trust and confide in me.

And I was good at that kind of thing, you know?

I strutted down Euclid, and turned at the next intersection, and headed down another block to get to Skylar’s apartment building. I pushed in the big steel pins for the building’s keyless lock to enter the front door, skipped up the stairs to the second floor, and strolled down the hallway to her apartment. I’d been traveling this route four times a week by now, twice a week on my own, and then I idly rapped out the Shave and a Haircut rhythm on the door itself, my typical way of announcing my presence.

But after thirty seconds, she didn’t answer.

So I rapped out the Shave and a Haircut rhythm again.

And then again.

“Skylar?” I called through the door.

No answer.

I tried knocking one more time.

Still no answer.

Pulling out my cell phone, I held down the number 7 speed-dial to call her. But after six rings or so, it sent me to voicemail. And I hung up before leaving a message.

She wasn’t home. Or maybe she WAS home but was taking another mid-day shower. Were tiny water droplets even now spraying all over her creamy, naked skin and running together in rivers of slippery streams bending around her luscious curves and the deep crevice of her bum? She HAD admitted that some part of her wanted me to come take a look, and now that I knew that, would it really be so bad if I did? What spectacular visions might I have been afforded had I taken advantage of the opportunity yesterday?

On the other hand, maybe she was deliberately hiding and not answering the door. Was she avoiding me? Was I overthinking the situation again? There could be any number of reasons why she wasn’t home today. It was the last week of classes before Finals, after all. I knew I wasn’t the center of her universe, although she should’ve known I’d be stopping by today and it would’ve been considerate to at least tell me she wouldn’t be home before I walked all the way over here. That had happened once before when she had to go meet with her technical writing contract employer and wouldn’t be available for lunch.

My cell phone started ringing in my hand. A quick glance at the lime green LCD screen showed me the word “Skylar” in chunky black lettering, and I quickly hit the Talk button to answer it.

“Skylar? Hey. I’m outside your apartment right now.”

“I figured. I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I had a last-minute meeting with one of my professors. Just came up this morning, and it totally slipped my mind that you’d likely be coming ‘round my flat.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, no problem,” I assured her. “Should I hang out here? Are you on your way back?”

“No, sorry. I’m done with the meeting, but I need to go see a classmate. Things are just so crazy right now.” She sighed wearily. “I’ll catch up with you later, alright?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. Another time.”

“Right. Sorry again for flaking, and sorry for leaving you standing in the hallway outside my flat.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. Go do whatever you need to do.”

“You’re so sweet. Thanks for understanding, Matty.”

“Of course.”

“Cheers.”

And then she hung up.

“We’ll do another beach trip, yeah? It’ll be amazing ... Oh, come on, we’re from The Isles. You canna complain about bein’ cold ... Alright, alright ... Oh no, not this weekend for sure ... O’course, o’course, Finals and all ... You promise? I’m gonna hold ya to that! ... Sounds great ... Yeah ... Alright. See ya next week ... Uh, huh ... Yeah, cheers.”

Neevie glanced at her cell phone’s screen to make sure the call had ended and then turned to give me a brave smile, asking, “You caught most of that?”

I nodded and reclined against the headboard, draping an arm across the pillows next to me invitingly. “Did she give you any specific days or times?”

“No. Just said she’d ring me next week,” Naimh admitted as she turned and dropped onto the bed beside me, snuggling in beneath my arm.

“I suppose that’ll have to do.”

“She said she’s not avoiding us.”

“She said...”

My redhead sighed, turning to rest her chin on my chest and look up at me. “You’re worried about her withdrawing away from you over this.”

“A bit. I know we’ve always been attracted to each other, but I honestly thought she was perfectly comfortable never acting on that attraction, and trusting that I wouldn’t try to like ... seduce her or anything.”

Naimh snorted. “You? Seduce? I don’t think I can even imagine what that might look like.”

I shrugged. “Take my clothes off, stand naked with a woody, and gesture at it while saying, ‘Hey if you want to hop on, it’s available!’”

She snorted again, descending into a minor giggle fit before sighing and catching her breath. “Seriously though, I don’t think Skylar’s gonna avoid you forever over this. Avoid you until AFTER winter break, perhaps. Like she said: it’s Finals Week coming up, and dealing with her complicated feelings for you is something she’d rather not deal with at the moment.”

“I know. And all that makes logical sense. But I don’t like seeing a girl I care about in emotional distress, you know? I feel like I’m one of the only people in the world who can help her process whatever she’s going through - if not the ONLY one - and for that reason alone I feel like I NEED to be there for her.”

“Well you’re not the ONLY one in the world who can help her.” My redhead grinned and deliberately gestured at herself with the fingers of her right hand.

I chuckled. “I stand corrected.”

“Remember what Belle said: Sometimes, being a good friend is caring enough to push forward and make them accept your emotional support, rather than let them flounder inside their own neuroses for all eternity.”

I chuckled again. “When the hell did Annabelle Kramer become the voice of reason in this household?”

Naimh giggled. “Beats me. But seriously, Matty: Don’t fret so much about Skylar. We won’t let her get away.”

I read a note of innuendo in my Head Girlfriend’s tone. “You still wanna taste her pussy.”

Naimh giggled again. “Don’t claim you don’t.”

I laughed and stroked my sexy schoolgirl’s spine. “Just good luck trying to get her to make the time for it. Sky’s much like Sam, you know: school and career first, and the personal life only gets whatever’s left.”

“Pssht. We certainly see Skylar MORE than we see Sam, even though Sam’s supposedly the one who lives under the same roof as us.”

“Well if we stop and do the math, I’m sure you’re right. As much as it feels like Sam’s never been around as it stands, I’m sure that from now until Winter Break will be the absolute worst. I wonder if we’ll see her AT ALL for the next week and a half.”

“Possibly not,” Naimh conceded. But then she turned to prop herself up on her elbows and stare at me face-to-face with a reassuring smile. “But don’t fret, Matty. You know Sam still loves you more than anything.”

“I know, I know,” I took a deep breath and gave my Head Girlfriend a grateful smile, tenderly stroking her cheek before adding, “And I know someone else who loves me more than anything.”

My personal Irish redhead’s emerald-green eyes glittered as she smiled up at me. I slid my hand up her neck to cup the back of her head while simultaneously leaning forward to capture her mouth with my own. And Naimh hummed happily into our liplock.

Seconds later, the sexy siren’s slippery tongue slid into my mouth as she threw her right leg over my midsection. I inhaled sharply as she suddenly increased the passion of our kiss and climbed onto me, taking a dominant position so that she could press her face down against mine.

Although I initially held her head in my hands, I ran my palms down the length of her torso, my fingers sliding underneath the sides of her silky-soft white-trimmed red satin robe so I could grab meaty handfuls of her plump, heart-shaped ass. Naimh parted her lips and moaned, grinding herself down against my pelvic bone. And after a few more seconds of fierce oral lovemaking, she pulled back to gasp for breath and then sat up straight to reach down for the belt of her white-trimmed red satin robe.

While Naimh unbelted her robe, I was the one to reach up for her neckline and push the two halves past her shoulders. I let my fingertips caress her silky-soft skin as I did so, slowly tracing her collarbone until I finally pressed the satin material far enough to the sides that it slipped down her back and puddled on the mattress behind her.

The beautiful, busty, braless redhead brazenly bared her big breasts to my hungry gaze, luxuriating beneath the intense heat of my amorous attention. I’d already been shirtless in bed, so she merely had to drop back down to crush her heavy tits against my chest as I once again wrapped my arms around the back of her head to kiss her fiercely. Naimh then moaned with a familiar keening wail of need in her voice, that familiar note signaling to me just how badly she needed to feel me deep inside her.

It was almost as if I could hear her voice insisting, ‘Take me, Matty! Take me NOW!’

I swiftly rolled us over, breaking our liplock long enough to look down the length of her half-naked body and take action to correct the situation. With a swift jerk I yanked her thong panties down her hips, and then after half-crawling backwards I yanked the offending article the rest of the way off. My own pajama pants and boxer shorts I merely shoved down to my knees. And after my horny redhead split her legs apart to the sides and held them back beneath her knees, I centered my fat dick into position and then roughly slammed myself inside.

Lubrication was not a problem. From Day One, our chemistry had always been off the charts. Naimh could take one look at me and immediately get soaking wet. A couple of minutes of making out was more than enough foreplay for her to accommodate my entry.

But she was still fucking tight. Her Goldilocks pussy was hot, wet, and clung to my cock like slippery shrink-wrap. The nubile nymphomaniac beneath me grunted at my initial entry like she’d gotten the wind knocked out of her, but she gasped for breath, wrapped her long legs around my back, and tugged me with all four limbs until I’d buried every last inch deep inside her.

And then we paused.

“Ohhh ... Matty...” she breathed, panting softly.

I’d snaked both arms beneath her back to squeeze our bodies together in the effort to complete our physical union, and even though I’d relaxed my grip after accomplishing that goal, I still hugged her tenderly.

“Neevie ... Neevie ... my darling Neevie...” I murmured into the pillow beside her.

She chuckled. “I think ‘Darling’ is reserved for you and Zofi.”

I blinked and pulled my head up to look down at her. “I never call Zofi ‘Darling’.”

“Perhaps. I think it’s just stuck in my head because she always called you ‘Darling’.”

“Perhaps,” I conceded. “But I’m not thinking of Zofi right now. I’m not thinking of Sam or Skylar or anyone else. I’m right here. With you.”

Naimh gave me a cheery little smile that clearly invited a fresh kiss, and I was happy to give her one. Her hands slid up and down my back before grabbing my ass and tugging downward as if trying to get my big dick even deeper into her. And I took that as my cue to start slowly thrusting.

My lover’s breathing sped up a bit and became shallower as the steady friction of thick cock in her tight twat sent rolling waves of pleasure throughout her body. She sighed beatifically and moaned with pure contentment as we writhed together in erotic harmony.

“Matty ... Matty ... Matty...” my gorgeous Head Girlfriend chanted repeatedly in rhythm with my thrusts as if my name itself were the ultimate aphrodisiac. She slid her hand up to the back of my head and clutched my face to the crook of her neck before turning to face me and sealing her mouth over mine.

I crunched my abdominals and used my knees as cantilevers to support my steady lunges, driving my dick deep with every plunge into her exquisitely pleasurable pussy. And after only a few more minutes of forcefully intimate lovemaking, the comely coed beneath me crooned her orgasm into my ear as she clenched up and came.

Burying myself to the root, I circled my hips to grind my pelvic bone down on her clit to maximize her climax. Naimh shivered and shuddered, clutching my upper arms as she cried out and let her head push backwards into the pillow while she arched her spine and thrust her breasts up against my chest. But when her pleasure peak passed, she collapsed limply back to the mattress, her arms and legs falling askew to the sides in her blissful release.

I brought her down gently, continuing to stir my cock within her saturated snatch. Her emerald eyes stared unseeing somewhere above us, a glossy sheen covering her unfocused irises. But eventually her conscious mind started to boot back up, recovering from la petite mort. And after taking several deep, cleansing breaths, she finally turned her head to focus on my face and wrap her arms around my shoulders.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” she intoned.

“As you wish.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips and then withdrew, my soaking-wet dick thrusting out at an inclined angle when I sat back on my heels.

For a moment, Naimh remained as she was, arms fallen back against the headboard, chest heaving in a way that made her big, firm breasts rise and fall dramatically, and her copper-furred mound on full display with her thighs spread apart and her red-worn labia gaping open from recent wear and tear while glistening with abundant lubrication. She let me admire her feminine perfection - the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen - and smiled a dreamy smile while enjoying the rapturous expression on my face that assured her she was the one and only girl on my mind.

I let my gaze slowly travel the length of her body from head to toe while my fingertips traced a trail of freckles across her shoulder and down the upper side of her chest into the creamy area of her midsection where the density of her freckles started to fade away. I caressed the underside of her heavy breast and up the slope of its curvaceous globe, teasing her areola and making the nipple visibly crinkle.

Only after my eyes finally returned back to her face did she finally smile at me and turn over. But instead of propping herself up on all fours for me to re-enter her doggy-style, she instead lay down in a prone position: completely face-down and flat. And she reached both arms behind her, crossing her wrists together submissively at the small of her back.

“I’m yer Sacred Buttslut, Matty,” she intoned invitingly, her emerald-green eyes glittering as she stared back at me over her shoulder. “Come fuck me sacred core.”

I felt my own eyes glittering in anticipation as I pitched forward to crawl back over her body. Planting my knees to either side of hers, I grabbed her buns with both hands and slid my thumbs through the crevice of her crack, pulling the two cheeks apart. Her wrinkled starfish beckoned to me, and she concentrated on opening it up for me just a few millimeters before it closed back up again. I let my thumbs trail one at a time across that rear opening, teasing her nether portal.

While firmly separating the two halves of her pretty peach with my hands, I bent over to slide my slippery tongue through her crack, making her shiver. She giggled as I started up some serious analingus, really teasing her while simultaneously paving the way for my future plundering. And only after I felt like she was both sufficiently stimulated as well as slickened did I rise, lean forward, press my wet cockhead to her backdoor entrance, and start burrowing inside.

Once again, lubrication was not a problem. Using artificial lube was always easier, of course, but my Sacred Buttslut had plenty of practice asking me to switch holes on the fly (or even just take her ass dry right from the jump on occasion). The amount of girlcum I had coating my cock was actually more lube than we sometimes used, so once I managed to shove my massive mushroom head through her spit-coated sphincter, the rest of my journey was much easier.

But she was still fucking tight. Her asshole was hot, dry, and clung to my cock like a second skin. The nubile nymphomaniac beneath me grunted at my initial entry like she’d gotten the wind knocked out of her, and she kept grunting while surrendering every successive inch. I’d planted my left hand directly atop her crossed wrists, keeping them pinned down against the small of her back. She was helpless to assist me - and helpless to resist me - completely at the mercy of my relentless downward drive until I’d buried every last inch deep inside her.

And then we paused.

“Ohhh ... Matty...” she breathed, panting softly.

Releasing her wrists, I dropped myself down to rest my chest against her back, and then slithered my arms beneath her body to give her a tender hug.

“Neevie ... Neevie ... my darling Neevie...” I murmured into her ear.

She chuckled at the repeated phrase and then sighed dreamily. “Mmm, Matty ... my Matty ... Deep wit’in me sacred core. Does it feel good for you? Does me arse feel hot an’ tight an’ pleasurable for you?”

“The hottest. The tightest. The most pleasurable imaginable,” I growled before withdrawing my arms, planting my hands flat, and then doing a pushup to likewise withdraw my dick from her darkest hole until I had just the tip still embedded within.

And then I plunged back down, making her scream.

And then I did it again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over again, I sodomized my Sacred Buttslut’s sacred core with savage intensity, and yet it was just as forcefully intimate as our previous lovemaking had been. Naimh slid her palms over the backs of mine, intertwining our fingers together as tightly as our emotional bonds. My thrusts were slow and steady, full-length from her anal entrance all the way down to her deepest depths. And although each heavy impact seemed to knock the wind out of her given the way she’d grunt, I knew with absolute certainty that she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Claim me, luv...” she groaned in-between thrusts. “Claim me sacred core...”

“I claim you. You’re mine. You’re all mine.”

“I’m yours! I’m yours! I’m forever yours!”

“Mine! Mine! Mine!” I growled, hammering her heinie hole harder and harder.

“Yours! Yours! Yours!” she cried out in reply.

“Mine! Mine! Mine!” Grabbing her hands, I bent her forearms against her lower back, pinning her in place as I pillaged her asshole with pulverizing power.

“Yours! Yours! Yours!”

I suddenly yanked my dick out of her ass, flexing my legs to jerk myself back on my heels. But I’d hooked my arms around her midsection, yanking her body back with me to bring her up onto her knees. Then I quickly pushed her head back down and got a fresh grip on her forearms, once again trapping them against her lower back, although this time her ass was thrust up into the air.

[THWACK]

“AUGH!” I’d let fly with one hand to spank her right asscheek, and Naimh yelped at the impact, her head popping up briefly. I spanked her again, this time on the other cheek.

[THWACK]

“AUGH!” she yelped again.

[THWACK] [THWACK] [THWACK]

“AUGH! AUGH! AUGH!”

[THWACK] [THWACK] [THWACK]

“AUGH! AUGH! AUGH!”

[THWACK] [THWACK] [THWACK]

“AUGH! AUGH! AUGH! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!!!”

My Head Girlfriend’s screaming shot up in pitch and volume as my rock-hard cock suddenly re-invaded her reddened rectum. Entry was easy, given how wide it was gaping open. I took hold of her upper arms just in front of the elbows, using them as reins as I started to saw my fat schlong back and forth, really riding her hard.

“Fuuuuuuccccckkkk mmmmmyyyyy aaaaarrrrrsssseee!” Naimh howled as she raced down the road to orgasm. “Fuuuuuuccccckkkk mmmmmyyyyy aaaaarrrrrsssseee!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted as I thundered down the road towards orgasm.

“Fuuuuuuccccckkkk mmmmmyyyyy aaaaarrrrrsssseee!” she repeated.

“UNNNNGGGGHHHH! UNNNNGGGGHHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“CUM INSIDE ME ARSE, MATTY! CUM AND CLAIM ME! I’M YOURS! I’M YOURS! I’M YAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

“NEEVIE! NEEVIE! NEEEEVVIIEE!!!” I gasped one final time and then slammed forward, groaning, “UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“AAAAAAUUUUUUGGgggghhhhhh...!”

Naimh’s knees buckled as her legs suddenly split out to the sides. I let go of her elbows and allowed her arms to splay out, somewhat bracing her collapse. Her upthrust ass fell, still clamped around my cock as her colon convulsed in epic climax. And I collapsed right with her, my turgid tool still spurting sprays of semen straight down into her sacred core’s deepest depths.

It took a long time for us to recover our respective breaths. When we did, I was still collapsed flat on top of her, my semi-hard schlong still rooted deep within her sweaty, satisfied body. And she hummed a happy tone that spoke of complete and utter fulfillment.

“I love you, boyfriend,” Naimh murmured earnestly as she slid her palms over the backs of my hands once more, intertwining our fingers together.

“I love you too, girlfriend,” I replied in kind. And then I corrected, “Head Girlfriend.”

She tittered cutely and then turned to glance at me over her shoulder.

“Promise me you’ll love me forever?” she asked without hesitation.

“I promise,” I replied with equal immediacy. There was no question in my mind that I would.

The most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved smiled, closed her eyes, and felt at peace.

A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing myself against my lover’s back, with nothing separating my skin from hers. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare-naked ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her copper-red hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I remained like that for a good several minutes, just enjoying the feel of my Head Girlfriend’s warm body spooned up against mine. We were alone this morning, with no pint-sized pixies or lusty Latinas having snuck into my room to give me an alarm-clock BJ. It was actually the third night in a row I’d spent with only Naimh in my arms, and I reveled in the feeling of having the most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved with me so often.

Still operating on autopilot, I continued fondling Naimh’s naked boob in my hand and continued to absentmindedly hot-dog her buns. But as consciousness slowly percolated into my brain, I became aware of what I was doing and paused, inhaling deeply and letting my eyelids flutter open. It occurred to me that I hadn’t woken up my freckled redhead with a surprise entrance in quite a while. So I did my best to keep my breathing steady and silent as I let my right hand drift south of the border and down between her thighs in search of her pink taco.