His Favorite Girl by Steph Sweeney

love, him remaining steadfast and loyal to me.
    That much integrity deserves a reward.
    I reached in my pocket and pulled out my vial of the Libido Drug, filled the dropper, and held it over my tongue.
    No.  You don't need it.
    It occurred to me that we'd yet to make love without it.
    I was supposed to take it every day, though.
    I wanted to take it.
    My hesitation became my decision when I felt a drop hit my tongue.  Did I squeeze the dropper?  Did the glass tip touch my tongue?
    Now my head was swimming, my body warming up.  The duster felt itchy on my skin.  I quickly screwed the lid on the vial, put it in my pocket, and flung the duster to the cool tile floor.   Observing myself in the mirror, I started adjusting my see-through top, then my thong, and became transfixed by the sensation of it.
    He's waiting.  Go.
    Though the effect of the drug was still as intense as the first time, I was gaining more control over myself.
    I shut off the light, opened the door, and stepped out.
    Patton stood at the kitchen island pouring two glasses of wine.  He'd taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to expose a wife beater underneath.
    He glanced at me, then did a double-take, spilling some wine in the process.
    I wandered over to him slowly, drunkenly.  When I reached him I stopped short.  Looked up at him, tilted my head, batted my eyes.
    He reached out with both hands and cupped my cheeks, then came in for a soft, slow kiss.
    When he pulled back, his face showed alarm . . . sadness . . .
    I brought my fingertips up his left thigh until I found his erection, clenched it tight, stepped up to him, reached around and grabbed his ass.  His hands went around to the back of my head.  One grabbed a clump of hair and the other reached far down my back, pinning me against him, and in this way he hugged me for as long as he could stand, me massaging the bulge in his pants, his face hovering just above mine, our lips almost touching.
    Almost.
    Then they touched and in an instant he scooped me off the floor, spun around, lay me flat on the kitchen island, and ripped my thong off with a single jerk.
    I stared up at the recessed lighting, feeling his strong grip on my legs as he spread them apart.
    The last thing I fully comprehend was his hair touching my inner thigh.
    Then all my senses dissolved into ecstasy.

─Good Girl─
     
    FLORA AND Liu were asleep when I returned.  It was just past midnight.  Patton and I had exhausted ourselves to the point of passing out, and I awoke in a panic, an image of James on top of Flora burned into my brain.  Perhaps I'd dreamt it.
    W ith the girls sound asleep and seemingly safe and sound, I decided to take the opportunity to explore the vents some more.  In the daytime, protected only by the excuse of taking a bath and needing alone time, I was sure to eventually get caught.  Better to get familiar with Clifton's labyrinth-in-the-walls at night so my daytime travels would go faster.
    Changing quickly and quietly into shorts and a t-shirt, I tiptoed around the bed to the kitchen, where I grabbed my flashligh t from the drawer I'd put it in and headed to the shower room.
    I made through the vents and into the doorless room without taking a wrong turn.  Stepping out onto the wooden staircase, I started to climb up to Level D but hesitated when I poked my head up through the dropped ceiling.
    Level D was a bad idea.  Seven classrooms with thirty Favorite Girls each?  That was two-hundred and ten sleeping infants, children, and teenagers.
    In the quiet of the night, my movements were sure to wake somebody.
    Why not try Level B ? I decided.  Maybe I could spy on Brian a little, if he was still awake.
    I descended the staircase and used the flashlight to find my way to the trap door.  Opening it quietly, I took a deep breath and started down the rope ladder.
    I was okay u ntil my whole body was submersed in darkness.  Then I started to sweat and panic welled inside me until my feet