we’d traded more orgasms than one could imagine, but we hadn’t had sex. And I didn’t even know why we were holding back anymore. Even she’d suggested we just tear off the bandage. It was me who was afraid to take that step. And it made no fucking sense. We were both on the same page. We were having fun. We knew how this would end. We’d agreed we’d stay friends after our very amicable divorce, but right now, playing house was a lot of fucking fun. Our attraction was impossible to miss. We wanted each other. We were two consenting adults. She wanted it. I wanted it. And I was done holding back.
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