Jeff hands Steffi two sheets of typing paper full of typing.

“What’s this?” she asks.

“A letter to your mom,” he says. “I just printed it.”

“You’ve never even met my mom.”

“Why don’t you read the letter?”

Steffi reads the letter.

Dear Steffi’s Mom,

(I’m sorry I don’t know your name. Steffi can be so secretive at times.) Anyway, I’m writing you this mostly to tell you how much I love your daughter. She is so special to me. And I love everything about her from her exciting reddish hair to her suckable little toes and all in between, especially her center, and by that I mean her adorable belly button—I’m so glad she didn’t get it pierced—I’m an old-fashioned guy that way—but I also mean her other center—her lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely cunt. I could go on and on about Steffi’s sex: the puff of pussy hair, soft as the song of the morning doves which wake us these days; the lickable little clit; the buttercup sex-lips, always slippery with love dew, always opening to that fiery hot fuckhole. God your daughter fucks good. But I also love her other center; by that I mean her spirit, for it is her spirit as much as her body that makes Steffi such a great girl to fuck, such a great girl to have and to hold, if it can be said that anyone can have her or hold her for long. She’s so slippery. Wily. Did she get that from you? She’s such a tease. A naughty, naughty tease.

And that’s another reason why I’m writing you. To tell you what a naughty, naughty tease your daughter is. Earlier today we were watching the basketball game at a friend’s place, and Steffi had to use the bathroom, and she asked me to show her where it was. One thing led to another. Your daughter gives the best blowjobs. When I’m in her mouth I want to come right away and at the same time I want to last forever, Steffi always knows—teasing, teasing, teasing until I can’t take it any more and I’ll promise her anything if she’ll make me come. We came home with my cum all over her. The deal was that if we left for home right away (Duke had already lost, but much as I love Duke, I didn’t care), she’d let me fuck her ass. I’d never fucked her ass before. I’d licked it a few times, and pushed my finger in, and she seemed to like it, the licking and the finger-fucking both, but she’d never let me have her there. She always squirms away, saying “naughty naughty.”

And that’s the crux of it. We had a deal. Home right away, and I could fuck her ass.

So we get back to the apartment, and even though I’d just come ten minutes before, I have the hugest erection. In seconds we’re naked. We’re standing there kissing. And Steffi is fondling my cock. And I have my hands on her sweet little butt, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Oh, your girl has the nicest ass, soft but firm, curvy but strong. I couldn’t wait to sink into that dark tight hole. I couldn’t wait to feel it clenching about my cock—for when Steffi comes, her whole body clenches, but especially her asshole—in some ways it’s like the core of her orgasm. I’m thinking this and trying to get my finger in, but she’s so tight, and she says, “I’m sorry about your Duke.” She says it in the sweetest voice, almost motherly, almost like a mother comforting a hurt child, but right then I don’t give a fuck about Duke because I want to fuck your daughter’s ass.