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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 85 Now Lindsay had done it again. She thought catching her a second time might upset Anthony very badly, and she feared the worst, but he only shook his head and skulked away. Popsicle pulled a swath of green hair with a frustrated hand and buttoned his pants. "Come on," Lindsay said and led him down the hall to the guest bedroom where she locked the door and told Popsicle to fuck her. She crouched on all fours with the bedspread wadded in her fists, and Popsicle was at her before she could get all her clothes off. Her pants hung half inside-out from one leg, and with each thrust she could hear the teeth clacking in his pants-pocket like loose change. Popsicle wept for a long time afterwards, and she let him. She stroked his hair and didn't say a word because she didn't want him to feel embarrassed. He kept apologizing to her and saying he didn't understand what was wrong with him, the crying just came out of him all at once and he didn't know how to stop it. She promised there was nothing wrong with him, and Popsicle squeezed her butt affectionately before zipping up and rejoining the party. Not everyone would be as gracious. Some of them finished too quickly, others she couldn't get rid of. Some wanted to fall in love with her, but Lindsay wouldn't let them. Some wanted to date, but no, absolutely not. Sorry. No. This would be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Most just wanted a second turn, but no way. As soon as they were done, she could think of nothing but who would be next. She had no attention span for a second helping of anyone. Some wanted to kiss, and she loved kissing them, the tenderness of it made her dizzy. The Harris brothers, twins, Drew and Clay, wanted her together. They'd never shared a girl before, and Lindsay thought that sounded great. But afterwards they wanted |