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Next Best Thing
"It's your turn."
"No, I did it last time."
"You did not. Remember? I wore that pink, frilly thing and you ruined it?"
"Oh, yeah. Give me the wig."
Al handed Miles the wig and smiled. There was no way for either of them to have her. She was too pretty and too perfect to be soiled.
This was the next best thing.
Miles tugged the wig on and slipped the new, lacy, pink shirt over his head. He pulled the lip-gloss from the drawer and applied at least half the tube to his lips.
Al was already dropping his pants in anticipation.
Next time, he'd have to wear the wig. And pretend to be her. It was a small price to pay.
A video tape played in the background - a special one they'd had the sound people make. Endlessly looped to only play her voice. Only her scenes, her beautiful voice surrounding them.
Miles opened his mouth and Al shoved his cock inside. They'd done this so many times, the movements were so practiced, that Al did it all with his eyes closed. He buried his fingers in long brown hair and whispered, "Kristin."
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