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  “Oh fuck, Faith,” he breathed as his length slid beyond the reach of her finger. She pressed the tip against her g-spot, so that with every thrust of his penis, it pressed hard against the sensitive tissue. It swelled beneath her finger as Eric sucked the flesh on her neck between his lips sliding up and down her vein, sucking, licking, kissing, then nipping at her ear. She removed her finger and grabbed his ass, feeling his muscles flex, and pulling him to her as he slammed away. Her legs joined in the assault, locking around him and forcing him deeper, harder, faster. Faith pulled his head to hers, their foreheads butting against one another, noses touching, eyes locked, stealing each other’s breath— straining to and away from each other until it hit.

  Together they crested, their cries joining into one melodic ballad of rapture as Faith arched her body into his, encasing him in her arms for the first time. Sweat drenched them, and when Eric fell onto her in exhaustion, his body slipped through her arms, away to the side. He followed the momentum until he lay next to her on his back. Neither spoke, both panting to catch their breath.

  After a time, Eric shook his head. “Oh. Fuck. Me.”

  “I think I just did that,” Faith giggled and let her arm fall across his chest.

  He grinned to the ceiling, and then turned his head to face her, his expression more serious. “I’m not staying the night.”

  Rolling away from him, she smiled and said, “You weren’t invited.”

  Chapter Seven

  Squinting against the setting sun, Eric pulled his car onto the busy city thoroughfare. His passenger lit a cigarette, and asked, “So, explain to me why we can’t go out?”

  “Van, don’t smoke in my car.” He rolled the window down, expecting Van to toss it.

  “I’ll hold it out the window,” he said, stretching his arm as far outside as he could. When Eric scowled in reply, he said, “Come on. I couldn’t smoke on the plane, and I expected to have at least a few minutes in the parking lot. I didn’t think you’d be waiting for me right outside the damn terminal.” He pulled his arm inside, took a deep drag, then stuck his arm back out the window, followed by his head and upper torso. “See? You won’t even notice.”

  Eric grabbed him by the pants and pulled him back inside. “I see you’re still a lunatic. Glad to see the city didn’t steal that away from you.”

  “Never! Anyway, where the hell are we going?”

  “We’re going to the videographer’s house to watch some of the footage she’s put together from the last few months.” He readjusted the visor, as though pulling on it would make it longer and block the low-lying sun. “Trust me— if I could get out of it, I would. Going out on the town with you is much more appealing than going to her house.”

  “I take it you don’t like her?”

  “Not especially,” Eric said with a sigh.

  “Then why are you working with her?”

  Eric shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “Because she’s good at what she does and she cut us a deal. The fact that she’s the wicked witch of the west is just the price I have to pay.” A fancy German car cut in front of him, and he slammed on the brakes, honking his horn. “I’ll get us out of there as quick as I can. Then, we can go out.”

  “Yeah,” Van said, taking a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it out the window. “I’ve been looking forward to getting some home-grown pussy again.”

  Eric glanced at him and shook his head. Same old Van. The man resembled the singer he was named after— Van Morrison— short, chubby, and beginning to lose his hair, but damned if the guy couldn’t charm a girl into bed every time. “I don’t know how you do it.”

  Van licked his fingers and smoothed the hair at his temples. “It’s a gift.”

  “You got that right.”

  They parked behind Jose’s little red box of a car. Eric led the way through the gate and down the steps to Faith’s deck. The patio door was open, and Sarah and the guys were standing around in the kitchen watching Faith set out bowls, spoons, and napkins for chili. The spicy aroma was heavy. Eric’s stomach growled.

  Sarah squealed when she saw Van, and ran to him, her arms wide. “Oh my God! I was so happy when Eric told me you were coming home to visit.”

  He rocked her from side to side. “Hey, sweetie. I’ve missed you too.”

  Sarah kissed his cheek a few times before she released him to the rest of the group. When Van finished his rounds, he came to Faith.

  “Well hello there, sweetness. And who might you be?”

  She laughed at his corniness and offered her hand for him to shake. “I’m Faith. This is my house.”

  He kissed the back of her hand and looked at Eric. “The videographer?”

  “That’s me, and I know who you are. You’re trouble,” she said, blushing at Van’s smooches.

  “The way Eric described you, I thought you were an old lady. And green.” Van and Faith both looked to Eric, whose face resembled a young beet. Van turned back to her. “But you are just a luscious piece of candy. I’d love to suck you between my lips and pet you with my tongue.”

  Faith’s eyes increased in size as everyone snickered at his remark. Pushing Van away, Eric said, “And that’s why I told you she was an old lady and green— so you wouldn’t walk in here drooling with your tongue dragging on the ground.”

  She eyed them both suspiciously, and then turned back to the kitchen. “There’s beer in the fridge if you guys want some.”

  “I’d have one. Thank you, ma’am.” Van licked his lips as she walked away.

  “I’ll grab it,” Eric said, crossing the kitchen and opening the door of the refrigerator. Faith grabbed a bowl of grated cheese from the counter behind him. When Eric stood and turned around, one of the two beers in his hand started to slip away. The can barely left his grasp when his other hand swiped it from the air, but his pendulum-like momentum kept his hand moving, until it reached Faith and her bowl of cheese. He hit it so hard, the bowl flipped into the air, showering them both with grated cheese.

  She glared up at him as the bowl hit the side of the counter and shattered, sending glass everywhere. “Nice,” she said.

  Eric squeezed his eyes shut, as though that might undo the damage.

  “Did you just knock that out of her hands?” Sarah asked.

  Eric shook his head vehemently. “I didn’t mean to.”

  “Jeez Eric, way to go,” Tim said.

  “I swear, it was an accident! Why would you tell me to get in the fridge, and then stand over the top of me when I do it?” He glared at her.

  Faith shook her head and pushed him away, toward the others. “You guys go ahead and dish up. I’ll clean this up.”

  “If you want help, I’ll help,” Eric said over his shoulder.

  Faith still shook her head, obviously pissed. “Just go.”

  Sarah walked over to where Faith squatted, picking up the larger pieces of glass. “At least let me help.”

  “No, really. You guys dish up and go ahead into the living room.” She looked at Jose. “Will you get the DVD set up?”

  He nodded as he sprinkled onions in his bowl. “Sure. Where is it?”

  “It’s on top of the entertainment center, the case labeled Utopian.”

  They left Faith alone to clean the mess. Eric was the last to go, hoping she’d command him to get down there with her, on his knees. Reluctantly, he followed the others into the living room, beer in one hand, chili in the other.

  “In case you haven’t noticed, Faith and Eric don’t get along,” Sarah was telling Van, who sat next to her on the couch.

  “Really?”

  “I didn’t do it on purpose!”

  “They fight every time we get together.” Sarah continued.

  “Why?”

  “Who knows?”

  Eric didn’t say anything to refute the information. How could he? It was true.

  Jose leaned over and yelled into the other room, “Should I go ahead and start it?”

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��Yeah,” Faith called back. “Don’t wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute.

  Jose pointed the remote at the TV. Within a moment, the big screen came to life, and they all stared, open-mouthed as Faith’s naked ass appeared. She sat atop a man, bouncing up and down on his dick. From the angle, it was impossible to see the man’s face, but there was no mistaking Faith, with her long hair and the small owl tattoo at the base of her spine.

  Sarah was the first to speak. “Oh my God!”

  Daniel started laughing. “Holy shit! Now that’s entertainment! Who is that?”

  On screen, Faith arched her back and moaned, reaching back to brace herself on her heels. From the kitchen, Faith called out, “What do you guys think of the opening? Do you like it?”

  “I love it,” Van said, too low for her to hear.

  Eric’s first reaction was physical, an instant hard on. Then, jealousy of the man clouded his mind, followed by sudden panic as he realized he was the man. He’d never seen himself from that angle, but once his hands clutched her hips to lift her and pump, there was no doubt. His friends sat mesmerized as he impaled Faith repeatedly. Beads of sweat formed on his brow.

  “Faith!” he yelled, heading for the kitchen, but Faith met him before he could get there.

  “What?”

  He moved to the side so she could see the TV.

  “Oh fuck!” She shoved him away, racing for the remote, her feet barely touching the ground. She had to wrestle it from a dumbfounded Jose. Frantically, she pushed buttons, trying to make it go away. It didn’t. It froze with her at the top of his penis, suspended midair. Between her legs, Eric could almost see his face. Faith pushed more buttons, and the picture reversed at a high speed. Just as the Faith on the screen was about to climb on, in reverse, the horrified Faith in front of the TV found the power button. Like a statue, she stood in front of the black screen, her back to the room, unwilling or unable to turn around.

  “Well, that was fun,” Van said, spooning some chili into his mouth.

  “Shut up, Van,” Tim shook his head.

  “Um, Faith? Who was that with you?” Sarah asked.

  Faith’s head dropped. She still wouldn’t turn around and face her guests. Eric kept to the back of the room, where no eyes could witness his horror. He prayed that no one recognized him. What he wanted to do was rant and rave at Faith. What the hell was she doing, filming their trysts? Who did she think she was?

  “It’s no one you know,” Faith finally answered. “It’s from a long time ago. An old boyfriend.” She turned around, her face painted crimson.

  “That’s not old. I was with you when you bought those sheets two weeks ago,” Sarah said, then suddenly slapped her hand over her mouth.

  There was a chorus of, “Ooooh.”

  “A secret lover?” asked Jose.

  “Yeah, a secret lover. Jose, I told you it was the case on top of the entertainment center.” She turned around and grabbed the correct DVD case. “See? Utopian, right there, in big letters!” She slammed the DVD back to its spot. “You know, could you guys just leave? All of you? Please?” She was close to tears.

  “I haven’t finished my chili,” Daniel said.

  “Out! Everyone, out!” Faith grabbed the bowl from Daniel’s hands.

  They all nervously set their bowls down and stood. Faith didn’t move as they began to file out of the room. Eric held back, waiting for her to look at him. When she did, she grabbed a full beer can from the coffee table and hurled it at him. He ducked and it exploded against the wall behind him. “Go! Get the fuck out of here! Now!”

  He followed the others outside and up to the street, still dizzy from having his dick publicly exposed, and from nearly having his secret exposed. They were discussing new supper arrangements when he caught up.

  “Does Bernie’s still serve food?” Van asked.

  “Yeah, they’ve got a pretty decent menu.”

  “Well then let’s go! I’m sure I’ll see some familiar faces, though I doubt we’ll see as good a show. Maybe I’ll even get lucky— I need to after that. Ichee mama.” He fanned his face with his fingers.

  Everyone agreed and headed for their cars. Eric stopped Daniel. “Can Van ride with you? I forgot my wallet so I need to swing by my place.”

  “Yeah. Sure. We’ll meet you there.”

  “That okay with you, Van?”

  He shot Eric with his finger. “See you there.”

  Eric got in his car and pulled away. He drove to the stop sign and turned left, as though he was heading home, but instead, he went around the block and watched until everyone else left. When it was clear, he pulled his car up to Faith’s house again, got out, and headed for her door.

  It became apparent, when he knocked on the door, that she wasn’t ready to stop screaming. “I said get the fuck out of here!”

  “Yeah, well I think you need to talk to me,” he yelled back.

  “There is no way you are coming in, so just turn around and leave.”

  He wasn’t leaving without that DVD. “Fine, I’ll stand out here at your door and we can yell back and forth about the sex video you made.”

  The door unlatched. Faith grabbed his arm and yanked him inside. “It’s not bad enough I’m humiliated in front of my friends? Now, you want to humiliate me in front of my neighbors?” Tears stained her face.

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” He didn’t want to yell at her and make things worse, but by this time, he’d worked himself into a frenzy. “Who does that? Who makes a record of something like that, without even asking the person they’re recording? Where was the camera?”

  She shook her head as fresh tears filled her eyes. “Haven’t you heard? The world is full of perverts.” She sat down at the kitchen table and dropped her head into her hands.

  “Give me the DVD,” he said, standing over her now.

  “No!”

  “Why did you even make it?”

  “Because, I wanted to watch it. Why do you think?” She looked up at him, her face puffy from crying.

  He shook his head. If he had the DVD, he’d watch it too. But would he have made it to begin with? He wasn’t sure, and now that he knew of its existence, he had to have it.

  “Faith, you have to give it to me.”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “I have every right to demand it! Do you know how this could affect my future, having this kind of thing out there? What if it ended up in the wrong hands?”

  “And that’s exactly why you can’t have it,” she stood to face him. “I can just see you sitting around, showing your friends and having a good laugh at my expense.”

  “You really think I’d do that? You don’t trust me with it?”

  She threw up her arms. “You don’t trust me with it. I’ll make you a copy. Then we can both have it.”

  “That’s just what we need— two of them running around. Look, we have to destroy it. If you don’t trust me, and I don’t trust you, there’s no other solution.”

  “No,” she shook her head. “I…I can’t lose it.”

  “You can’t keep it,” he said, his tone more gentle now. “It’s not right. You know that.”

  She didn’t say anything, didn’t look away, she just stared at him. Finally, her shoulders slumped. “Fine. We’ll destroy it.”

  He waited while she went to the living room to retrieve the illicit DVD. This time, she averted her eyes from his as she handed him the silver disc.

  “You don’t have it labeled?”

  “What should it say? Faith and Eric’s Fuck-Fest?”

  “What’s the best way to destroy these things?”

  “Just snap it into pieces,” she shrugged her shoulders.

  He held it with both hands, ready to break it, but couldn’t make his hands work. This was not the result he wanted. The plan was to get the recording and watch it later before doing anything rash, but Faith made it clear she wouldn’t let the DVD leave her house. She waited, impatient it seemed for him to get i
t over with. Finally, she pulled it from his hands and snapped it in three different places. She dropped the pieces into his hands.

  “There.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Thank you,” Eric said, enunciating the words carefully. He nodded and left.

  Chapter Eight

  Faith locked both entrance doors to her house and pocketed the spare key. Next, she went through every room in the house, closing shades and drapes. When the house was dark, and she was satisfied that no one could see or get in, she stripped to her underwear, took a wine glass from the cupboard and a bottle from the refrigerator. In the living room, she poured a tall glass and picked up the remote for the television. She eased back into the pillows of the couch, sipped her wine, and aimed the controller. The TV came to life.

  The single DVD had hours of footage. After the first night Eric snuck into her house, she recorded every subsequent visit. She hadn’t yet found a way to record her visits to his house, and now it was doubtful she’d ever have the chance. What she already had recorded would have to be enough.

  When she first set it up, she tried to position the camera to get the best angle, and whenever she had Eric in her bed, she attempted to make sure their location suited the camera. The first round was always the best. After that, she forgot to care about positioning, luckily. Otherwise, her audience from the day before would have easily discovered the identity of her partner.

  Even though she’d watched the footage numerous time, she still couldn’t pinpoint what is was that made their sex so explosive. Others talked about their own sexual encounters, but none seemed to have the kind of experience she shared with Eric. What was it that ignited them both so intensely? Carefully, she studied the way his lips teased her nipples, her own fingers tracing her areolas through her bra as she watched. Her hand slid into her panties when on screen, Eric ran his tongue down her abdomen. Her sex flooded as she watched him spread her legs and open her lips with his tongue, running along her cleft, teasing her clit, and then moving back down. On the television, Faith opened her legs wider and looked at the camera. On the couch, she ran her finger along her slit, teasing her clit when Eric did, piercing herself with her fingers when he did.