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She just nodded. I held her legs with one hand and used the other to rub the top of her cleft. It didn’t take long for Pam to begin to react in a big way. I wondered why I hadn’t been with her more. While we were good friends, this always worked for us. Pam finally found her release and begged me to stop for a minute. She was too sensitive for me to continue to rub her nubbin.

I gave her a moment and then began to do her again. By now Pam was opening up to my relentless thrusts. She loved it, and verbally encouraged me to faster and harder efforts. I chuckled. Ask any guy, I mean from the shyest nerd of a virgin to the biggest stud: they all believe they can do it hard. Yeah! I could do her hard! Pam had never before responded as she did this time. There was a rapid staccato as our flesh met and slapped together.

She screamed like a banshee, and I felt the walls of her tight little tunnel flutter. My sack tightened, and I felt the wonderful spasm. I leaned forward, and our foreheads touched. We both had big smiles on our faces as we tried to catch our breath.

“Damn, if I’d known doing a movie star was so good, I would’ve been like all those other airheads back home and tried to bag me one,” Pam announced.

I disposed of the condom and cleaned up. When I got back, Pam had gotten dressed. She had left me most of my burrito and half the nachos. I put them in the microwave to heat back up. I sat down on the edge of the couch to eat. Pam wrapped herself around me and watched the football game. When I was done eating, I found there were several messages for me to return.

Pam’s hands found their way under my shirt as I returned calls. She was evil, as she pushed one hand down my shorts and brought me back to life. Pam slowly stroked me while I talked. When I finally finished my calls, she had me lean back as she continued from behind. She seemed happy when I finally got off. I grabbed some napkins, cleaned up, and then finished making my calls.

When I was done, Pam had me held tight as I rested my back against her chest. I was later surprised to find she had fallen asleep. Her dad still acted a little funny around me, so I had to wake her up. Duke and I walked her to her car and said goodbye.

◊◊◊ Wednesday September 30

Tonight at the dojo, Fritz taught us how to defend ourselves while using the Bo staffs. Cassidy was much better at defending and then switching to the attack than I was. For me, it was more self-preservation than anything else. Even with the padded Bo staffs, it still smarted when you were struck. The Bo staff could cause a lot more damage than just a regular hand or foot strike because of the momentum you could generate. While I liked the batons, the Bo staff felt more substantial in my hands.

After my dojo workout, Brook and I drove to the airport to do our final three jumps for our Phase 1 training. We had found that learning to skydive wasn’t as much fun as we expected. For our first jumps, we each had two instructors jump with us. They had positioned themselves on each side to make sure you had the right form. I understood the concern, and even why they did it. They didn’t want you tumbling through the air and to your eventual death. What it lacked, though, was the free form of being able to zip around and try different maneuvers. Brook felt the same way, but the opportunity to do all that down the road made us agree to suffer through the training.

When we were done, Brook had some news.

“Our leathers are ready,” she told me.

It didn’t take much for her to convince me to drive to the motocross track and get them. I tried them on and noticed they had lined the pants in the crotch and thigh area. That would prevent chafing and make it easier to get out of them. I put on the jacket and looked at myself in the mirror. Everything fit me like a glove. I stepped out of the dressing room, and Brook’s expression confirmed that they looked good on me. I’d gotten a more aged leather finish because I didn’t want to have to break them in as you would dress shoes. My greatest concern was comfort.

Brook went and tried hers on, and when she came out, she astounded me. I thought her slutty sweats showed off her butt. I had been mistaken. She might not make it to the car before I attacked her. We decided to quickly pay and wear our new clothes home.

“I’m your biker bitch, right? Well, I have to ride your hawg!” Brook purred as we got near the car.

I’d driven the Charger, so there was more room in the back seat than in my Jeep. In a frenzy, I somehow got her leather pants off, got my leather pants over my hips, and put on a condom in record time.

“Give me your hawg!” Brook cried.