Eric's enthusiastic appreciation came through loud and clear in his eager kisses. It was easy to give in, leaning back against the dresser and running her hands all over his strong, slick back. "Yeah," Amber murmured, grinning. "A corpse is exactly what I needed to complete this Thanksgiving."

Blowing Eric wasn't even supposed to have happened. And once she'd started, she'd meant to make a quick deal out of it, more gesture than pleasure. A ‘fuck you’ to everyone downstairs by fucking Eric. Pretty generous, Amber thought. But he'd already lost his turn in the shower line-- an event that wouldn't go unnoticed by her mom-- and she was covered in his and her sweat. Her hair must also be a tremendous mess. What was supposed to be a secret, symbolic act would now be the equivalent of front page news.

Might as well make the most of it.

"So," Amber asked around kisses, rocking her hips against Eric. She felt soft. Pliable. She covered his hand with her own; pulled it towards her waist. He might be all spent but she had a few ideas about how he could help her with this strong, strumming arousal. "You planning on gloating, or you gonna return the favor?"