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April 15th is tax day and throughout the country commercials are running endlessly by car and mattress companies vying for the savings from your refund check. Seemingly relevant questions that need urgent answers all but jam the IRS hotlines: “Are pantyhose a workplace deductible and why can’t my dog be claimed as a dependent?”

There’s a guy on the corner continually waving at passing cars who has nothing but Mountain Dew running through his veins. Wearing a pale green gown spinning, twirling an oversized sign and leaves you wondering and confused how Lady Liberty is even associated with taxes or twerking.

Poor souls walking around with Manila folders filled with faded receipts and W-2 forms waiting for some frazzled accountant to use his special Ouija board decoder to let them know if they have to pay the government and him or just owe him for his mystical psychic services to keep them from a cordial invitation letter from Uncle Sam for an intimate IRS audit and fee collection.

This is probably the worst day to look for anyone extending kindness and forgiveness, but here we are meeting on the 15th for the third straight year for our reconciliation lunch date. Meeting to rehash old memories, talk about the past year and try, once again, to see if we can come to some sort of understanding and help fix what’s long been broken between us.

You get on highway 17, take a left on County Road, then make a right on Schnebly Hill, drive uphill for 5.1 miles and then walk through 20 feet of brush and there it is. An outcrop of flat rock that gives you a perfect view of the valley and the city below. That’s our special spot. That’s where we always meet.

Most people would say that this qualifies as an anniversary of some sort but those anniversaries usually refer to fun and anticipated events. This has yet to end joyful for us and I doubt that this meeting will see us come to any peacemaking agreement or part with happy goodbyes either.

“I mean, I guess I should start first, right?”

I say this almost to myself. I’m stalling for time and you know it and there’s nothing for you to say in reply. It’s always the person who’s done the most wrong and wanting forgiveness to be the one to start the conversation. We know that.

“It was here where we first made love, remember?”

I come back with yet another swing and a miss. It’s a lame attempt at breaking the ice with something that’s bitterly sentimental and I get no response from you as I lay out the blanket on the ground and you take your place beside me.

“Your folks were in town for a day and you wanted me to meet them over dinner…”

“Mom? Dad, this is Rachel Anderson. She’s my boss, my mentor, the youngest and only female partner at the firm and the person whose career is a shining beacon for young graduates like myself to follow.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Carson, it’s a pleasure meeting you but, I have to say, your daughter is a bit enthusiastic with that introduction.”

“Well, are you not the youngest partner of any law firm here in the valley?” Mr. Carson interrupted and asked as your mom leaned in waiting for my reply.

You placed your hand on my knee and I felt grateful for your hidden show of sturdy support and then you squeezed your grip towards my inner thighs, inching upwards, parting my thighs to get to the crease of my love and dig your fingers in my furry muff. I tightened my legs and bit my bottom lip, cursing myself for misreading your intentions, as you added to the pressure the Carson family was already applying to me.

“I’ve been fortunate in my 36 years to be in the right place at the right time and win a few high profile cases that made the right people plenty of money. That is, um, that’s my secret,” I stammered as I finally pushed away your invading hand and composed myself. “Your daughter graduated at the top of her class at American University. Hiring her was an easy decision for the firm. I would’ve been a fool not to tout her and the baked chocolate chips cookies she wowed me with in our first interview. Were those cookies handed down from you, Mrs. Carson? Mmmmmm, so delicious!”

“Maddie hardly ever throws high praise around and rarely insists to us anyone she would like us to meet.” Mr. Carson said pointing his fork, “I think you’re being humble and coy. Maddie? Cookies? Did you bring cookies?”

“Oh, Maddie, no! You didn’t bring cookies, did you?” your mother asked disappointedly.

“Sir, your 24 year old daughter’s graduate thesis was on the intersection of race, poverty, and gun violence and their affect, if any, on criminal sentences. Any one of those subjects is a 50 year judicial career in itself. She’s brighter and more mature than me at that age who, I might add, did naively bring cookies to my first job interview. When the time comes, Mr. Carson, which will probably be sooner than any of us here thinks, Maddie won’t need to have her name added to any existing practice because she will have started her own and I, as well as my partners, will be begging kaçak iddaa her to hire us as employees.”

Mr. Carson dropped his fork onto his plate with a loud clang that caused a momentary silence throughout the whole restaurant as he sat back and stared at me.

You again found the space between my legs and I knocked my knee against yours to stop the advance of your hand any further but your grip only tightened as you hid your devilish grin from your folks behind a sip of white wine.

“Ron, I think she just showed you why she is one of the top attorneys here,” your mom said smiling, finally easing the tension.

“I think you impressed them,” you said to me afterwards as you drove me home.

“Was that the purpose? To impress them? Because I didn’t like it,” I said.

“No, I have my own reasons for them to meet you. Nothing I said was a lie. I meant it all. I think I kept it strictly professional, boss.”

“You know I hate you calling me…”

You laughed and rolled your eyes at me for so easily falling for the bait you laid out for me to bite on, “Now? Now you get flustered into giving an emotional response?”

You then made a u-turn and headed away from my house and took a left off the highway and drove me here to this very spot.

“There it is,” you said, “I think it’s just perfect. You go right through that clump of bushes and you get your own private slice of Arizona. C’mon, you have to see it.”

“How did you find this?” I asked, “Is this what you do with your free time?”

You brought out a blanket from the trunk of your car, grabbed my hand, and led me into the darkness.

“I, I, I don’t like this. I can’t see a thing,” I said.

“Shhhhh, trust me. I’ve got you. Nothing bad is going to happen as long as we’re together. This will be worth it. I promise.”

And….

There it was!

Out from pitch black nothingness I stepped into the bright, starlit southwestern night. A full moon bathed over us and I could see the outline of the surrounding mountains around us. Off in the distance, Sedona twinkled with neon and red and green alternating lights that ushered along the tiny ants in their Matchbox cars.

“This is so beautiful! I’ve never seen anything like this!” I said.

“If you look up to your right, there’s the Big Dipper and right there’s Venus and that blinking thing shooting across the sky, well, that thing there is called an airplane,” you giggled.

“How often do you come up here? Do you ever get to see any falling stars?”

“I come as often as I can. It’s much more peaceful here at night than in the day. There’s nothing mesmerizing up in the sky during the day that’s flying off into space towards the sun.”

I paused and looked into your eyes, “You constantly amaze me,” I said, “You’re such an old soul all wrapped around this sexy young body.”

“Get closer to the edge and stretch out your arms. It’s like you can hug the city. Isn’t this better than playing the Jock Club games from in the office? This place allows you to be free.”

You laid down the blanket, sat down and patted the spot next to you for me to take my place beside you.

“If you try real hard,” you said closing your eyes, “You can block out everything from the outside. You can hear only the silence of the earth and your beating heart.”

I sat down, thankful we weren’t in the confines of our office nor busily going nowhere like the people below us. I wrapped my arms around you and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Can you do it?” you looked at me intently and waited for a reply, “Can you try and do it now and tell me what you feel in your heart?”

“Oh, you’re serious?” I said as your gaze never wavered, “Well, I mean Maddie, I’ve never known my heart to say anything to me and I’m not sure it will now.”

“I’m asking you to try. Step outside of your comfort zone and try. This doesn’t have to be like work where you have to be a certain way. We can be something special you and I.”

“Wait, what exactly are we talking about?”

“I’m talking about this right here. This place and this night, I want it all to be about us. Rachel, there’s no need to look for falling stars and make wishes. We’re here now, just you and I. We belong together! We belong together and this is where I want you to make love to me. For the first time and… forever. That’s no silly wish made as a whisper into the night, it’s what I know we can make true.”

“I have been waiting for this moment for forever!” I said with my eyes lighting up, “From the moment I saw you sitting in our lobby and found out that you were applying for the open position!”

I reached over and clawed at the buttons holding your blouse in place like an anxious child on Christmas day. I needed to have your nipples touching my lips.

“Whoa, slow down there, Ms. Anderson!” you said slapping my hand away, “What kinda girl do you take me for?”

“I’m sorry, Maddie, it’s just the past few months of wanting and longing for you, the slow dance of teasing and feeling kaçak bahis each other out and stealing quick kisses in the bathroom! It’s all those moments and tonight as well, with your body next to mine and your hands burning through my legs over dinner. It’s all that!”

“You don’t think I want the same? I do. I want that and more. I’m still an old fashioned kind of person. That’s how my folks raised me and I wanted my family to meet you before we go further. I want our first time to be something special and worth remembering and I want it to be here. So, please, let’s slow down and make a memory that we can build a solid relationship on.”

Wasn’t that so typical of you? Maddie Carson: Driven, focused, knowing exactly what she wanted out of her career and who she wanted to make love to – where and how. If I didn’t know that you were something special in my life before, I knew it then.

I placed my hand onto the back of your head and rubbed my fingers through your thick curls. Moving my hands to the base of your neck, I felt your head relax into my hands, and I brushed back your hair and exposed the pale, soft skin from your shoulder to your ear.

“That’s more like it,” you purred.

I brought my face in as close as I could get without actually touching you and breathed in the combining scents of your perfume, shampoo, and body while working my free hand up the side of your chest. I softly exhaled, blowing my breath across your exposed skin and I felt you shiver and small goosebumps on the nape of your neck made themselves known to the tips of my fingers.

“You smell so good,” I whispered.

Bringing my hand up to the top part of your blouse, I unhooked the first button, allowing me to pull down your shirt and exposing your bra strapped shoulder. I kissed your collarbone and brought my tongue up your neck, dropping soft kisses all along your skin until I reached your earlobe.

“That’s my spot,” you said.

Your whole body eased into my arms and I allowed gravity to naturally lay you down onto the soft blanket below me. I rolled myself over you, taking up the space between your legs as you removed your blouse and bra, exposing your tight, perk breasts and pink nipples.

“I feel like a kid in a candy store,” I said as I quickly shimmied out of my dress and again fought off the urge to pounce on your body, “I just don’t know where to begin, but I know I want to taste everything.”

You cupped your breasts and I followed your cues and started sucking on your nipples. They got stiffer as I circled my tongue around them, satisfying my taste for something sweet.

“Oh, Rachel…”

I lifted my breasts up and pressed my nipples against yours and you watched as mine slowly started to match your hardness – 4 erect points going back and forth against each other. The sight made us both giggle ourselves into another kiss.

I moved my head down to find your clit and you arched your back giving me better access to your slit. I placed two fingers into you and you instantly released hot pussy juice into my palm.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you, I get really wet if the right person excites me. I hope you’re not turned off?”

I reached my hand into the air and tilted my head back and let your sweet and salty drip off the tips off my fingers and unto my outstretched tongue.

“Does it look like I’m turned off? I’m glad I’m one of the ‘right persons’ that gets you excited, now, do you think you can do it some more?”

“Well, get your head down my wishing well and let’s see if we can flood this desert town!”

And then I pounced.

I couldn’t contain myself anymore.

I buried my face into your pussy and attacked your clit with my tongue. I never imagined my tongue could move so fast. It moved as if it was a nuclear powered hummingbird, buzzing and zipping in and out of your pussy. You raised yourself up unto your elbows to get a better view.

“Damn, woman! How can you keep that up?”

I lifted up my wet and soaked face from feasting and realized that you were right and I couldn’t keep up this pace, so I took a deep breath and changed up my assault.

Having briefly satisfied my lust for the taste of your pussy I again put my head between your legs but this time my tongue took its time making purposely methodical and agonizingly slow circles around your clit.

I French kissed your pussy lips as if they were a lover returning from war who I had not seen in years. I closed my eyes and used my tongue to try and ingrain every fold and crevice of your vagina to my memory. Now, instead of sending electrical shocks through your body from fast flicking your clit, I built a slow and smoldering fire between your legs. Your whole body trembled.

“Rachel, I can’t take too much more of this. I need to feel your whole body next to mine.”

“Awww, I was just beginning to have some fun!”

“I know you were but I want to feel you.”

“You’re demanding. I like that!”

You reached your hand between my legs and felt illegal bahis for my clit and I remember exactly what you said, “Wow! That’s huge!”

“I’ve tugged at it a lot lately thinking of you and this moment right now,” I said blushing.

“Have you ever named it?”

“No, why would I do that? That’s silly.”

“Things this big deserve a name. I think I’ll call it Oscar,” you said.

I had lovers before comment on how big and protruding my clit was but I never gave it much thought. It was just me and nothing special except for it was easily accessible to touch and play with.

“If you want to name it, then Oscar it is.”

“Let’s see if that thing, Oscar, can give me an O, shall we?”

You placed your hands around my head and brought our lips together, sticking your tongue deep inside my mouth, catching me by surprise and stifling any objection or approval I may have had to giving you an orgasm.

“Mmmmmmphhhffff.”

Taking advantage of me momentarily trying to catch my breath you wrapped your legs around me and fixing our hips in place like interlocking pieces of Lego. The heat from our bodies started to raise the temperature of the cool Arizona night back to midday sweltering.

“My heart is racing! This is so intense,” I gasped as you released the tonsil hold you had on my mouth.

“Oh God, I’ve never wanted anyone anymore than how I want you right now!” you cried out.

Raw flesh and raw emotion combined and brought us even closer together. I worked my hips in tight circles and ground my body into yours causing enough friction that if we were actual Lego pieces my pussy would’ve melted and permanently fused into yours.

“Fuck me, Rachel! Trib the fuck out of me!”

I rose up onto my knees and grabbed both of your ankles into my hands. I spread your legs wide into a V and brought my hips up close to you until Oscar, engorged and throbbing, was laying completely over your clit.

I again started grinding my hips into you, this time, having Oscar circle around your tight, pink little button. Our clits battled each other in fleshy swordsmanship going back and forth and up and down. Each time Oscar came out the winner as he was preparing your knob for a knock or a ring of the doorbell to the entrance of your sweet pussy.

I decided on neither type of polite entrance!

I kicked in the door to your pussy by grinding my aim lower and slamming Oscar a full inch into your wet slit.

Your eyes rolled and all I saw were the whites of your eyes as your head fell backwards. Your whole body started shaking and, for a second, I thought you might faint, but I still did not stop.

I got a good rhythm going rolling Oscar all around your pussy lips, putting him deep in you and then pressing him back up to grind some more against your clit.

You got yourself settled and composed enough to raise up one arm to steady yourself from my humping to bring your face to mine and kiss me deeply once again, pinching my nipples with your free hand.

“Rachel?! Rachel! You’re going to make me ka-ka-cuuuuuuuuuuummm!”

Far off in the distance, coyotes howled matching the scream of your orgasm…

“Oww, oww, ahwoooooo!”

Our relationship blossomed and grew over the next couple of weeks. We would go hiking on trails, take trips out of town, and you’d spend weekends at my place. Well, I should probably say that it went great for me. I willed my way and convinced you to hold off on us showing public displays of affection until everything fell better in place for us. This didn’t make you happy but the physical attraction we had for each other was something even you couldn’t detach yourself from. Our lust grew and turned into a monster that made us careless.

“Hey? Have you seen Maddie?” Duncan Bradley asked after knocking on my office door and peering his head in, “It’s almost 10 and she was supposed to be doing some background research for me in the library.”

“Can’t you see I’m busy working late, too? Do you walk into someone’s home just because you knocked? You wait till I tell you to come in to my office before you stick your big hairy head in, understand? Now, do you see her in here?”

“Um, ok, I just saw that her purse was still at her desk and wondered if you had seen her, that’s all.”

“I’m a lawyer who likes their questions to be answered and you have answered not one so far. Close my door and go find her yourself, Duncan.”

He whispered something under his breath and closed my door and I moved my chair back and looked down between my legs.

“Whew, that was close! I think I should get back to working.”

“No! Don’t go yet.” I said, “I want you to finish what you started here first.”

“You’re a demanding lawyer, too!” you smiled, licking your lips, “I’m no dick like Duncan, I learn well and follow orders. Finish eating your pussy? Yessir, boss ma’am!”

Then you rolled my chair back under my desk and buried your face deep between my legs and started billing my clit for consultation fees.

The next morning I got to work early and as I was walking past the break room I overheard Duncan complaining, presumably about the night before, to a circle of three other male junior lawyers,

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