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The rest of that day was the most relaxing time I've had in a while. Happy and sated, we just enjoyed each other's company and hung out around the diner, not working. We talked about music, beer, sex. Emery got to tell me a little more about her family, and what prison was like. We even took a few more hits off that joint of hers, I didn't care. Because fuck Carlos.
Watching the hours go by, the rain kept pouring down for a long time: we knew no one else was going to show up tonight, for sure. So Emery hadn't even bothered putting her bra back on. She was just that comfortable around me. And staying true to herself, she was still making sure I looked at her body, at her tits through her shirt, striking her little classic poses here and there.
I felt like we could've fucked again. Actually, kissing her would've been just as awesome, at that point. But I knew the gesture couldn't be done as lightly. We were just hanging out, joking around, having a blast. Like two... very... close friends.
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