Yes - and Tracy has a confession to make

SHANE

I gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.

After three years of unconsummated tension, and an entire day of build-up, Tracy was on fire. Mid-blowjob, she dazedly muttered, "Mmm, I could suck your cock forever," and I'm fairly sure she meant it. The look in her eyes brought me right to the edge-every nerve in my body screaming for me to just cut loose and blow my load in the girl's beautiful mouth.

But I didn't. Much as it pained me to do so, I pulled Tracy's loving red lips off my cock and zipped up my pants.

"Not just yet," I chided her. She whimpered in frustration.

Instead, I pulled her onto my lap-the two of us passionately dry-humping as we kissed and moaned and whispered in each other's ears about all the naughty things that might have been.

"I can't believe we waited a whole year to do this," she panted. "Giving you that lap dance last Christmas was like the most exciting thing I've ever done. Why didn't you ask for a repeat performance?"

"I thought it was just a 'once in a lifetime' sort of a treat."

Tracy suddenly pulled away, levelling her gaze at me, "And who the hell put THAT idea in your head?"

"After the wedding, Connor came up to me and said-"

"Connor?! He told me YOU said that."

"I said it? No, no, he came up to me and asked if-"

"Exactly! He ASKED! He wasn't TELLING you it was once in a lifetime, he was ASKING you. He and I talked about it, and he was supposed to find out if you guys were interested in taking things further!"

I blinked. "I... I guess I misinterpreted."

"You 'misinterpreted?!'" She turned red. "Do you have any idea how much it messed with my head when you didn't want to fool around with me again after that night?"

I laughed, but Tracy didn't share my amusement. "Trace, considering how much of our honeymoon was spent with Ria role-playing that she was you, I think it's safe to say that I wanted you VERY badly after that night."

"Then how come you waited a mothefucking year to make move?"

"Because you and Connor broke up! It would have been weird!"

"We only broke up because of you!" she shouted.

The moment the words escaped her lips, Tracy immediately regretted at what she'd said, cupping a hand over her mouth and muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm just horny and I don't know what I'm saying. Ignore me."

"Tracy, how am I supposed to ignore that? What do you mean you broke up because of me?"

She frowned, "I-I talked about you a lot, with Connor. About all the things I wanted to do with you. Mostly, it just turned him on-like foreplay-but..."

"Oh Jesus," I sighed, feeling suddenly very awkward about what she was saying.

Tracy continued, "But then Connor asked you if what had happened on Christmas Eve was gonna be a 'one time thing,' and you said yes."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"But I kept talking about you. And he got angry-said that if he wasn't enough for me, then maybe we should just see other people. And then..." She trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes.

I took a deep breath. "I had no idea."

"We're all so, so stupid," she sobbed. "Last night, Connor admitted that the only reason he'd gotten so angry with me was because he was just as frustrated that Ria didn't want him, either."

"Tracy-"

"And then he and I finally got back together after all those awful months-and the very next day, you and Ria suddenly want to jump our bones again? I'm so happy, and so horny, and so confused!"

She impatiently mashed her lips to mine. Still crying, Tracy rubbed her crotch against me, and so help me, I was hard.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I never meant to hurt you."

She finally got her breathing under control, and I kissed away the tears on her soft pale cheeks. I glanced down at my watch. It was already past midnight...