David Crane

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CHAPTER ONE

When Jack Kramer woke up he automatically reached out to grope Sarah Walters, but his hand was on an aborted mission. The bed beside him was empty. It was still warm from her nubile body, however, and he yawned and looked at his wristwatch. It was early. Where in hell was she?

They had only been living together for a few weeks, but he knew her well enough to know she was not usually an early riser. He was a bit annoyed because he dearly loved a morning fuck. That was the main reason to live with a girl, Jack figured. You could always screw a broad at night but living together provided the setting for regular morning sex.

Sarah wasn't always agreeable, but she could be talked into it. She was a beautiful young lady and should have been a wonderful love partner but she was naive and rather inhibited. Jack had dated her for months before she let him fuck her and even after the first time it was always a struggle to get her into bed in those days, before they started living together. It seemed as if he had to seduce her all over again each time he wanted a good fuck. That was why he decided they had better start living together. They'd talked about it for quite a while and he'd professed undying love and told her he needed her.

Being needled was very important to Sarah, who was a do-gooder by nature. What someone else needed was more important to her than what she needed, herself – a concept that was totally alien to Jack.

At the moment, Jack needed some pussy.

He usually awoke with a hard-on and this morning was no exception. His big prick was lifting the bedclothes up like a tent pole over an erotic circus – the big top, he thought as his bloated cockhead flared.

But where in hell was she?

Then he heard the shower running and he relaxed. He didn't know why she was up so early, but the shower was a good sign. She had a lot of delicacies about sex and often left him smoldering with frustration while she insisted on taking a shower and brushing her teeth before she would ball him.

Jack had nothing against cleanliness and was pretty clean, himself, but he reckoned there were times when it was more important to clean out his balls than wash his body.