Love Can Be Murder

he lifted his head, he was breathing hard and his glasses were steamed up. "Why me?"
    She could tell he was torn between behaving himself and ripping her clothes off. "Take me to your bedroom, and I'll tell you why."
    They kissed and rubbed their way to his bedroom, which was an unfortunate attempt at Japanese-style decorating—lots of black and red and gold. She carefully removed her crown and placed it on his dresser. Then they fell onto the bed, which undulated beneath them. Ugh—a waterbed. He tugged on her dress and bra until she was naked from the waist up.
    "So why me?" he whispered, kissing her breasts.
    At last it was starting to feel good. "Because we have history."
    His head came up. "Huh?"
    "I gave you a blowjob in your office when I was a student."
    "You did?"
    She frowned. "You don't remember?"
    "You'll have to be more specific."
    "I spit come on your Cole Haan loafers."
    "That was you?"
    "That was me."
    He pulled on his chin and smiled. "It must have been pretty good if you saved your cherry for me after all these years."
    "I figured you would know what you were doing." And the thrill of losing her cherry to the man Roxann wanted was absolutely delicious. She knew she was being evil, but she couldn't help it—she deserved something for all her bad luck lately, not to mention her two thousand dollars.
    Suddenly he sat up and ran his hand through his hair. "Wait a minute—how do I know this won't be on the front page of a tabloid tomorrow? And how do I know you won't tell Roxann?"
    She frowned. "Roxann?"
    He looked away. "She's special."
    Hurt expanded her lungs—she was special, too. Why couldn't anyone in the world see that she was special, too? She manufactured a coy smile and rubbed her bare breasts against his arm. "I won't tell anyone, Carl. I didn't tell anyone all those years ago."
    "Because you would have gotten in trouble," he said. "No, it's too risky." He started to rebutton her dress. "I'm taking you home."
    Angora sat up. "You can't, not yet."
    "I can, and I will. Get dressed."
    She swallowed, feeling desperate. "I know a secret."
    He shrugged, unimpressed. "What kind of secret?"
    She bit into her lip, wavering.
    "What kind of secret?"
    "It's about Tammy Paulen."
    He stopped. "What about her?"
    "I know... what you did."
    His Adam's apple bobbed. "What are you talking about?"
    Snuggling closer, she murmured, "I saw your car that night."
    He stiffened. "What?"
    "I saw your black Volvo that night speeding away." She kissed his neck. "But don't worry — I never told anyone. I know it was an accident. You wouldn't have hurt her on purpose."
    He seemed a little dazed. "No, I wouldn't have. But...you never told anyone?"
    "Not a soul. Because I loved you, Carl." She kissed him until he kissed her back, feeling closer to him. Only lovers shared intimate secrets. And sure enough, his enthusiasm seemed to explode. They tore at each other's clothes until they were naked. He hadn't bothered to have that circumcision redone.
    "Are you on the pill?" he gasped.
    "No, but I have...things." She retrieved her purse from the floor—Dee would have an aneurysm if she knew her precious birth-control first aid kit was being used to have hot sex with a former teacher.
    When she handed him a condom, he pursed his mouth. "Nice quality." He opened the package, then directed her to roll it on. Her hands shook, but he yelped only twice before she finished. At last he slid his body on top of hers and stared down.
    "God, you look so much like her." He kissed her breasts and moved to lie between her knees. He was panting, his eyes glazed over. "Angora, how adventurous are you?"
    She hadn't been the most flexible person in PE class, but she could probably accommodate a unique position or two. "What did you have in mind?"
    He rose over her and smiled wickedly—he'd taken off his glasses, and his silvery hair fell over his forehead. Angora arched her back in anticipation of their bodies joining. He slid both hands over her stomach, then up to pinch her breasts, then up to caress her neck. Embarrassment flooded her—he'd surely noticed her nerve rash.
    He thumbed the area under her chin slowly at first, then applied more pressure. But she was so distracted by his erection moving against her, she didn't realize how tight his grip was getting until she tried to swallow, and couldn't. She gulped air and gasped his name, but no sound came out. Wouldn't you know it—the one time she'd taken Roxann's place, and she was