Part 2143 – A Question About Rebecca.

Ambrose laughed out loud as Barbara tickled his feet.

“I know where you’re ticklish.” she sing-songed.

“Ah! Hahaha! You brat. No fair—hahahahaha!–getting back at me.”

“Oh?” She sat up. “I don’t know about that. You made a lot of errors when you were trying to find my ticklish spot. I believe a lot of those errors were deliberate.”

“Oh, you think so?”

She smiled teasingly at him. “Maybe. I could be wrong.”

He sat up and admired her naked body. “Or you could be right.”

She nodded. “That’s true. So, you see? It is fair for me to revenge tickle you.”

He laughed. “Revenge tickle? Is that even a real thing?”

“Oh, it is.”


“Mmm-hm. I made it a real thing.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that.”

“Ha!” He put his hands on either side of her waist. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

She giggled. “Does that make you a naughty boy?”

“mmm. Maybe? Although, I believe the correct term is ‘bad boy’.”

“Bad boy. Bad boy….hmm.” She shook her head. “No. I like naughty boy better. Bad boy makes you sound like a dog who got caught raiding the trash can.”

He let out a surprised laugh. “So, you prefer me to be naughty instead of bad?” He ran his tongue along the edges of his front teeth. “I think I can manage that.”

“Oh, I have no doubts about it.” She drew her finger down the middle of his chest all the way to his navel.

He inhaled sharply.

“I love being able to touch you, Ambrose. I love the feel of your skin.”

“And I love being touched by you.”

She sat back. “Can I ask a stupid question?”

He leaned forward and kissed her. “Ask away, love.”

“Ohh, I’m not even sure how to ask this. I’m not even sure if I should. The answer is kind of obvious.”

“Now, you got me curious. What is it?”

“It’s about Rebecca.” She put her hands on his knees. “You slept with her that one time and it made a big impression on you.”

Ambrose shrugged. “She was my first time.”

“I know. My question is, she was more experienced than me. Did she…Did you…” She lowered her gaze. “Did you enjoy it more with her?”

Ambrose carefully thought it over.

He remembered…

Ambrose lay flat on his back. He looked up at her, eager and hungry for whatever she’d give him. 

Rebecca straddled him and he almost lost control right then and there.

She smirked. “You are eager.”

“Don’t talk.” He grabbed her disordered red hair, squeezed her beautiful, blemish-free shoulders, and stared fascinated at her breasts.

Can I touch them?

Should I touch them?

She came down on him. Her body pressed against him and he gave up on thinking.

“The way she moved…The way she breathed…Everything she did to me. She knew what to do to me.”

“I didn’t.”

Ambrose pulled himself out of his thoughts and memories. He focused on Barbara. “It doesn’t matter. Yes, she was my first time and I enjoyed doing it with her. I won’t insult you by pretending otherwise. But it was just lust and sex and nothing more, especially from her point of view. You and me, on the other hand…” He smiled, a gentle, loving smile. “Barbara, you and I didn’t just have sex. We made love.” He kissed her. “And I love making it with you.”

She kissed him back. “See? Such an obvious answer.”

“Ha. You outrageous brat.”

She giggled.

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