She grabbed his stiff dick and ran the top of the head of it around the edges of her hole a few times. "Ooo." 

     Okay, she thought. This isn't so bad. She bobbed up and down a couple of times on his dick head, then lowered herself slowly, so slowly, to take in more and more of the dick itself. 

     And she didn't know it, couldn't see it even though it was obvious, but she was driving Trevor out of his fucking mind. 

     "Niki!" he yelped.

     "Trevor, don't!"  

​     She felt the ring.

     The edges of a man's dickhead as it was about ready to come always felt like a ring inside of her.    

     "Wait, Trevor!"

     Although, seriously, what could he do at that point?

     Trevor made a sound that was half a gasp and half a cough, and out it sprang. 

     Niki dove off of him just in time. 

     Trevor spurted a white, creamy fountain. He got it all over his belly.

     Niki saw Trevor's towel on the floor and snatched it up. She threw it at him. "Here, use that."

     "Sorry." 

     "Whatever." 

     That pissed her off a little, really, him climaxing like that. She was all worked up. She needed release, but she couldn't imagine how Trevor would ever be able to...  

     "You want me to go take a shower?" Trevor asked. 

     "No. You're fine." 

     "We could use a little more vodka, huh?" 

     "We don't need anymore vodka. We're fine. Just...Just..."

     They rested next to each other on the bed and stared at the ceiling, their bodies barely touching. For a second there, Niki thought Trevor might actually fall asleep, not that she blamed him. He'd just climaxed after downing half a bottle of vodka and a full meal, so why wouldn't he then proceed to pass out? 

     "I'm sorry," Trevor said again. 

     "It's okay. Don't worry about it. I think I might want to get back to my own room, though. Would that be all right?"

     "Sure." 

     They didn't move, though. 

     Instead, they held hands. 

     After a while, Trevor said, "You know what I keep thinking of? There was this one time, I think I was, maybe, ten, eleven years old. My dad hooked up briefly with this woman named Frieda, and Frieda had a daughter named Gretta, who was around my age or maybe a little older. We actually lived in an actual house at the time, although that didn't last more than a summer. Well, for a few Sundays Frieda and Gretta would come over to spend the day with us, so I saw Gretta once a week for a month or more there. She never seemed to want to have much to do with my brother and me. She'd usually spend the day off by herself staring at her phone."

     "This one weekend, though, I don't know, for some reason everything felt different. Dad and Frieda weren't getting along, for one thing, but it was more than just that. Everything just felt very weird and strange that Sunday. Cole and I spent most of our weekends at the boy's club, but that Sunday, for some reason that I can't remember now, Cole went alone. I remember it being very hot that weekend, and, of course, we didn't have anything even vaguely resembling air conditioning. Dad wouldn't even buy a fan. I wandered off into one of the back bedrooms because they were a little bit cooler than the rest of the house, and I surprised Gretta. She was sitting there alone in the dark. I went to leave, but then she, like, gestured for me to go ahead and stay. We just sat on a bed in a dark room together. It seemed to be the coolest and safest place to be at the time. And then we started hugging. We just started doing it. No kissing. No nothing else. Just hugging." 

     "Ooo ooo," Niki said, stopping him. "Something almost exactly like that happened to me too, only with me it was a little more sexual than that, and I was a little older."

     "Well, that's just the thing," Trevor said. "With me, it wasn't sexual at all. I'm not sure if I knew what sex even was at the time. I mean, I knew what it was, but..."

​     "I know what you mean." 

     "You know what it really reminded me of, though..." Suddenly, tears sprang from Trevor's eyes. He was drunk, and he rode real close to the edge of his emotions right then anyway.

     "I don't remember my mother at all," he went on. "Like, I don't remember her face at all. We only had a couple of photographs of her, but whenever I looked at them I'd be looking at a complete stranger. But you know what? I remember her holding me. Isn't that crazy? That's not real, is it, that memory? It couldn't be, and yet...I remember how I loved being in her arms, how warm it felt, how comfortable. It was like I could feel her love pouring into me."

     "And that's the way it went between me and Gretta that hot summer afternoon. We hugged each other on that bed because we both, at the same time, for some crazy reason, needed to feel safe and loved. We were in there a while, but then I think I tried to kiss her, although I had no idea what that meant, either, and she wouldn't let me, and that broke the spell, and she left the room. Neither one of us said a word about it after that. Her mom and my dad broke it off a couple weeks later, and that's the last I ever saw of Gretta."

     "With Bindy, it was kind of like that," Niki said, "although, with us, it really was a bit more about sex. There was a bunch of us kids hanging around a playground one weekend. Bindy and I went off to go hug each other in the bushes, and, yeah, pretty soon things got to the point where we were touching..."

     "That really is a lot more sexual," Trevor said.   

     "But it was very loving. That is what I most remember. Neither one of us had, you know, 'come out', and..." 

     She stopped talking.

     It swept over both of them that suddenly.  

     They didn't want to talk about embracing other people anymore.

     They wanted to do a little embracing themselves. 

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