I hear a noise downstairs. I slip into a pair of slippers and take the steps slowly, quietly, so as not to disturb the intruder. The living room is dark and apparently empty, but I see a shadow of light leaking from the kitchen entryway. I step softly across the carpet. I peer into the kitchen.

It is Amanda standing at the open refrigerator door, her little bear Bosse tucked under one arm, a quart milk bottle in her hand. She seems to be trying to decide whether to take a drink. The light from the refrigerator illuminates her pale blue camisole, her silvery panties, her smooth bare skin. She brings the bottle to her lips. She drinks.

I take a quiet step into the room, but Amanda evidently senses something. Bosse falls to the floor and disappears to the far side of the refrigerator.

A split second later the milk bottle follows, crashing to the kitchen floor, shattering, splashing milk and shards of glass everywhere.

“Oh Amanda!” I cry out, a loud whisper. “Don’t move!”

Amanda stands as if paralyzed. I step toward her.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell her. “I shouldn’t have startled you. But don’t move or you’ll cut your pretty feet.”

“What should I do?”

Protected by slippers, I stand next to her in the milk puddles and glass fragments.

“You kiss me,” I tell her, and I embrace her.

Our kiss is flavored by cool milk. Still kissing her, I hoist her to my hips. She locks her legs about my waist. Still kissing her, I carry her across the kitchen to safety.

I don’t set her down. Still kissing, I mount the stairs and carry her up. I carry her to the bed and lay us down together. Still kissing. Kissing and kissing and now fucking. She cries out when she comes, and I feel the gush and splash of her girl juice. Yes, it’s fanciful. Fanciful but true. I fuck her into two more spills and then I spill myself, falling, falling and shattering, the strongest softest possible shatter, in the heaven of her embrace.

Some time later, she whispers, “Poor Bosse. He must be soaked to the bone.” Her hand goes to my penis, still slippery from our fuck. She holds my penis quietly for a while, and then squeezes, then strokes, then swivels and takes me into her mouth. She sucks quietly for a while, until I am fully stiff, and then she mounts me. “I love the taste of your milk after you’ve fucked me,” she says. “I’m going to milk you with my cunt until you come again, and then you can taste too.” She rides me so sweetly. Her eyes glint with loving lewdness. I know I won’t last long. I still have my slippers on.