Clarissa was smiling on the way out. She looked amazing. “Yes, why?” Clarissa said. Bret hissed wet, airy breaths between clutched teeth as his cock was stroked and his nuts were stoked by this foxy older woman, his nurse, his sister’s lifelong friend, his childhood crush. “Wasn’t expecting that.”
“Me neither.”
“Felt good though, didn’t it.”
“Yes, it did.”
Ivy took her hand and clutched it. She got caught up in work for the next three hours, but her mind was often on Bret. It was a casual restaurant, close by, a local place that tried too hard to look like a trendy franchise chain, with high ceilings, hard surfaces, too-loud music and bad acoustics. “Oh, God…”
“He has this huge erection. “Really?”
“Sure, why not? “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she cried. “What’s up, Sis?” he asked. “Clarissa!” he said with a smile, and tried to sit up a little straighter. “If two people want to make it work they will figure out a way.”
“That’s the spirit. I can feel it.”
“That’s great,” Bret said. But I think you look pretty good, too.”
Clarissa looked into Bret’s eyes and liked what she saw. Her long black hair hung free, dusting her shoulders. I thought you had more guts than that.”
Bret broke down. “Oh, okay considering everything, I guess,” Ivy said. His ankle was broken and his
