“I agree,” I said. “Except the water’s getting cold. Let’s shower quick so I can taste you again.”

I didn’t have to ask her twice.

I spun Bethany out of her damp towel and pushed her down on my bed. She had a broad grin as she scooted back against the rumpled sheets and jumbled pillows. The explosions from the video game in Joe’s room were loud enough to cover any kind of accidental noises we might make. My towel tumbled down to the floor as I crawled up on the bed between her legs.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” I growled.

“Good,” Bethany gasped as I ran my hands ran...