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Three’s a Crowd

“I can’t believe we’re about to do this.” I said, repositioning my breasts comfortably into a bikini top. “This is crazy. Is this crazy?” She responded, nervously. “Yep. Sort of feels like we’re back in college.” My best friend and I drove north about three hours in a snow storm leading directly to 69’s cottage for the weekend. His parents own a log cabin in the middle of the woods with 4 bedrooms, a large living room, and a hot tub wide enough to fit at least 10 people

Rough Off the Ice

Chilled air kissed my cheeks as we watched the hockey game over at a nearby University campus rink. My friend pushed the idea to head out and watch her new boytoy play. “Oh, that’s him! Number 69!” she cheered. Amused, I shook my head. She always liked the bad-ass, immature type. “Where’d you meet this guy, again?” “Bumble.” “Of course.” I smirked, swinging back the beer we snuck in. “What?” “You always manage to have the best luck on these apps. Meanwhile I se

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