Kyle's Story - Book 2

by JTrevor

©Copyright 2021 J Trevor

This is a work of fiction. Although it is written in the form of an autobiography, it is not one. Names, characters, incidents, certain locations and businesses are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Prologue - Life is a Funny Journey

The warm summer wind is rushing through my hair again; if you know me, then you know how much I love that. I'm pushing myself, and the speed of this bike, on a gravel riding path that was converted from an old railroad line. The path quickly takes me out of Spring Haven and into the quiet countryside; I like this scenic little journey once and a while. And again, if you know me, then you know my mind is probably lost deep in thought and wandering off on its own again.

Life is funny, you know, big changes come so fast when you're eighteen. Just a few short weeks ago we were throwing our caps in the air and cheering, "We did it!" We shook hands, patted backs, and hugged one another - even with those we didn't associate with very much over the last four years. A collective feeling of accomplishment rippled through our Graduating Class of Maplewood High. I can still hear echoes of the school band playing Pomp and Circumstance and Don't Stop Believin' in my head.

For reaching such a big milestone, here we are back at the beginning, soon to be starting all over again as freshmen this fall.

Tiffany is on vacation in Europe with her family and I miss her. I miss the scent of her favorite shampoo lingering in her hair, I miss her soft lips touching mine, I miss feeling her warm body pressed against me. She always made me feel that everything was going to be okay when she had her arms around me.

I have a lot of wonderful people in my life, although the missing of my special one sure does hurt. Her being gone has created a hole in my heart that's going to take some serious time to heal. Yeah-yeah, I know, I need to move on - I must, I have no choice. I tell myself that every damn day. No one ever said this was going to be easy.

Life is funny. I was the first of us Three Amigos, or Three Stooges, depending on how you want to describe my friendship with Marc and Jeff to get a girlfriend. Now they both have girlfriends and I'm the single one again. Tiffany and I promised to remain friends and stay in touch through our college time apart, but honestly, who knows where we'll be after four long years?

Summer is back and so is Renee. She's still the fun, sweet, and wonderful person she always is. That makes me smile.

"Life is a journey," they say, and I agree, it is, but life is also made up of many separate little side journeys, all woven into the fabric of our being this way and that, each playing their part in shaping who we are and where we're heading.

Oh look, there's a little bridge up ahead. Have you ever noticed how it's kind of fun to ride your bike across a bridge? Yeah, I can wax poetic in a broad sense, but I still value noticing the small things in life too - it's funny that way …

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Chapter 1 - Margaritas

"Kyle, I need them done by tomorrow so we can get them into the mail. How many times do I need to keep telling you this? They should have gone out weeks ago!" Mom is getting frustrated that I haven't done my part in filling out and mailing the invitations to my Graduation Party at the end of the month.

"I know, Mom, been kinda busy …" under my breath, I add, "… in case you haven't noticed."

How is it that whenever you try to mutter something even mildly snarky under your breath, your mother is sure to tune right in and catch it? "Yes, I have noticed, young man! And I've also noticed that for the last several weeks you have all kinds of free time for moping around."

"I have not been moping …" I mutter.

"Look, Kyle, if you want to have a Graduation Party, I need you to do this. If not, that's fine too. No party is less hassle for me."

"Okay, I'll have them done by tomorrow." I grab my keys, a beach towel, a cooler filled with water and pop, and head for the door.

"And where are you running off to now?" she asks.

"Marc, Jeff, and I are going out to Fucker's- I mean Tucker's Pond."

"You know I don't like you going there," she tells me, planting her hands on her hips.

"It's okay, we aren't going to get into any trouble." Sheesh, I think to myself, being careful to not risk any more under my breath muttering.

She gives it a thought and then grumbles, "Go on, get out of here … before I change my mind."

I know I'm still my mother's little boy, but I think she's having a hard time accepting that I'm technically an adult now. I still obey the rules of the house, but I also need a few freedoms allowed as well.

Hopping in my Jeep, I'm off to pick up the guys. Arriving at Fucker's Pond, we park in the small clearing. There's only one other car, a silver Chevy Impala that must belong to the four people, two guys and two girls, already here on the grassy shore area. We hike around to the sandy beach on the far side by the diving rock.

"Well, Kyle, I guess I'm joining you in the ranks of being single again," Marc sighs.

"Why? What happened?"

"Veronica and I broke up."

"Aw, that sucks, sorry to hear it, man," I tell him.

"It's alright, she was getting to be too much, way too demanding. All we did was fight every time we tried to figure out what to do or where to go."

"I feel bad for you, dude," Jeff tells him.

"I should have known she was outta my league …" Marc sighs again.

"Don't say that ... Try your best to let her go and move on," I offer.

"I was really hoping to have a girlfriend by this summer … ya know?"

"Yeah, I know …" Trust me, I know …

The people across the pond are screaming and splashing around in the water, they're certainly having a fun day.

"So, if you guys know of anyone you could … maybe, hook me up with- Whoa! Did you see that?" Marc sits up, focusing his attention across the water.

"See what?" I ask.

"Looks like one of those girls over there threw the top of her bathing suit up on the shore!" We watch and sure enough, the other girl chucks the top of her bathing suit up by their towels. They're in deep enough water to be up to their shoulders, so we can't actually see anything interesting - as in, boobs.

"Are they skinny-dipping?" Jeff asks.

Next, the two guys fling their swimming trunks up onto the shore, this is followed by the girls tossing the bottom portions of their bikini's out.

"Yes, Jeff, I believe they are," I say, now fully focusing my attention on this spectacle.

"Well, holy shit," Marc is in awe. "You know they're going to have to get all the way out of the water to get their suits back."

"Do they even know we're over here?" Jeff asks.

"They have to, we walked right past them," I answer.

"Gimme your keys, Kyle, I gotta … I gotta get something from your Jeep," Marc asks, holding his hand out.

"Get what?"

"I don't know, it's just an excuse to go in and get a closer look. Those girls are hot."

"They're with their boyfriends, dude," Jeff rolls his eyes.

"I'm just gonna pretend I'm checking my phone or something."

I toss my keys to Marc; he quickly walks away and towards the Jeep. When he gets close, the people in the water seem to be waving for him to come over. He looks back at us, shrugs, and goes over to them.

One of the girls, a strawberry blonde, comes to the shore and mostly out of the water, he must be getting a great view. Marc is having some sort of conversation; we see he's motioning in our direction and talking. Now he's holding his finger up giving her a hang on a sec, I'll be right back gesture just before he comes running over to us.

"Hey, guys! You aren't going to believe this. They want to know if we want to join them."

"Skinny-dipping?" I skeptically ask.

"Yeah!"

I look at Jeff, he looks at me, okay, this is a new one. "Uhh, dude, I just don't know …"

"Come on, it looks like fun," Marc presses.

It's one thing to be privately naked with Renee or Tiffany, but taking my clothes off with my best buds … and these people we don't even know? I don't think so ...

"Marc, we don't know them and neither do you," Jeff tries reasoning.

"He has a point," I add.

"Oh, come on, how often do we get an offer like this?" Marc is looking for approval from us that he's not getting. Finally, in frustration, he throws his hands up, "Fine! Screw it! I'm gonna go have fun with those people. You two stay here like a couple of sticks in the mud … and I mean that in a good way," he smirks, grabs his towel, and runs back over to their area. Once he's in the water, he throws his swimsuit up on the shore as Jeff and I watch him join their fun.

"I can't believe he just did that?" Jeff mumbles.

I shake my head and let the prude in me mutter, "I know I'm not getting naked with a bunch of strangers. I don't care how hot those girls are."

I can say that to myself all I want, but then I can't help but watch what's going on. My mind goes to work and starts to wonder, hmmm, so what if we were to join them, might be fun. Just when my mind is in its questioning my better-judgment mode is when temptation comes out to play.

Temptation drops its trump card when the two girls turn, both facing in our direction, and begin jiggling their boobs quite clearly for us to see. All five of them are hollering and waving for Jeff and me to get off our asses and come over. I look at Jeff, he looks at me, and we both shrug, screw it, why not, we only live once.

When we're in the water up to our shoulders, we slip out of our swim trunks and throw them on dry land. The strawberry blonde with wavy shoulder-length hair approaches us. She and her friends appear to be in their mid-twenties. "Hi guys, glad you decided to come play. I'm Madison, this is Alyssa, and the guys are Dylan and Caleb."

"Hi," I nervously wave.

"Is this your first time skinny-dipping?" Caleb asks.

"Y-Yeah," Jeff answers.

"Feels good, huh? So free," Dylan says, swimming around.

Are these people nudists or something? I think to myself.

Madison laughs, "It's okay … loosen up guys, it's all fun."

For the time being, I choose to stay in my comfort zone of deeper water, Jeff and Marc seem to be thinking the same. We swim around a bit; I have to admit, I do like feeling the water rushing past my dangling private parts without the restrictions of a swimsuit. It's like a getting back to nature kind of thing. How did Dylan put it? It feels so free.

Even though I like this, I stay slightly separated from the group, I'm still assessing the situation. The brunette girl sees me off on my own and swims over, "So, you're Kyle, right?"

"Yup, I'm Kyle."

"I'm Alyssa," she says, with a slight flutter of her eyelashes.

"Hi."

She grins and startles me by reaching out to touch me. First, I feel her fingers on my lower belly, then my eyes pop wide open as she slips further down through the soft tangle of my pubic patch to take my cock into her hand. So much for the let's take our time and get to know each other approach. She puts her other hand on my arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, you didn't scare me, I just wasn't expecting-"

"Is this okay? Me touching you here?" she grins, gently squeezing my penis.

"Uh, um, yeah … Sure!" I nervously nod.

As she fondles and checks me out, she runs her tongue over her lips, "Mmm … You have a very nice pecker, I like it."

"Wh-What about your boyfriend over there?"

"Oh, it's okay, he's not my boyfriend, we're all just … good friends." Wow, good friends who get naked with each other, this is a new one for me. Alyssa continues to gently pull and stroke me. Never breaking eye contact, she must be feeling me growing stiff in her hand. "Would you like to touch me, Kyle?"

"Um … okay," I reach down, past her belly button, and find her short pubes; they feel like they were shaved not too long ago but are growing back. Exploring between her legs, I put my hand on the slit of her pussy. She parts her legs a bit to allow easier access for my finger to slip in between her lips. Sliding it up and down the inside of her folds, I find her clit and can feel it hardening under my rubbing fingertip.

"Mmm …" she whisper-coos. "Most guys go straight for my boobs first, but you went right to my pussy. Are you a pussy guy, Kyle?"

"Yeah, I guess so ..." I admit with a smirk.

"Is mine the first pussy you've ever touched?"

"No! I've touched pussies before, yup, plenty of pussies … And had sex! Lots of sex!" I blurt out, sounding like a completely idiotic lying virgin.

"Oh, have you now ..." she grins and nods. "You're so cute. You don't have to be nervous with me, okay?"

She continues pulling on my cock and keeping my undivided attention on her. I'm really liking this, but I'm also feeling quite awkward about this unexpected underwater hand job, in broad daylight from some girl I've never met before, treading water in the middle of Fucker's Pond. And she's doing this, giving me a world-class boner while my two best friends and three strangers are all nearby.

Caleb calls out, "Hey, new guys, let's throw the beach ball around. You three go deep and be one team and we'll be over here."

Alyssa leans close and whispers, "We'll play more touchy-touchy later, okay? Maybe, we can even find out why they call this place Fucker's Pond. How does that sound?" If my eyes were big before, now they must look like they're ready to pop out of my head. She giggles, kisses my cheek, and gives me a few pinches on my bare ass before swimming over to her friends.

Marc and Jeff swim out to me. This is good with us being farther from shore, I don't think any of us want to have to get out of the water if the ball goes over our heads. Especially not me sporting some nice underwater wood right now. I sure hope the guys don't look down and see it through the water.

Our two teams start batting the ball back and forth. I like seeing the girls jump high to hit it back. They're boobs are bouncing and we are getting quick peaks at their pubes. Marc and I purposely spike it high to make them jump. This is quite a show here.

I'm starting to loosen up, this is fun hanging out and swimming naked with these people. I did like it when Alyssa was touching me, and her pussy felt fantastic. I totally wouldn't mind it if she wanted to sneak off and fill me in on how this place got its namesake. I could use some good no-strings-attached sex right about now.

Dylan smacks the beach ball high over our heads causing Jeff to swim out and retrieve it. While we're waiting, Madison calls out, "Are you guys hungry? We're gonna get pizza."

"Sure!" we call back.

Dylan, Caleb, Alyssa, and Madison all get out of the water. "Mm-mm, would you look at the fine asses on those two babes," Marc muses.

They gather their swimsuits and towels. At first, I didn't think much of it, one or two of them must be going for the pizza run. When they quickly start grabbing up our swimsuits, shirts, and towels it hits me that something is up - something rotten.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" Marc calls out.

Caleb holds my keys up so I can see them and sets them on a rock. With our clothes in hand, they all pack into their car and race out of here laughing and waving out the windows. A few toots of their horn is their final adios to us three amigos who have just been left naked with no clothes whatsoever in the pond. I'm already regretting telling my mother not to worry and that we aren't going to get into any trouble, boy, did that ever just go sideways.

"They just took our stuff and left," Jeff blurts out dumbfounded.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," Marc answers.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Jeff asks, beginning to panic.

"At least they left my keys on that rock over there."

"Guys, we just got played …" Marc says.

"We better get to the Jeep before someone else shows up here," I say.

The three of us get out of the water covering ourselves as best we can with our hands - it's all we've got. I grab our cooler and my keys and we get in the Jeep. Marc gets in the passenger side and Jeff jumps in the backseat.

Keeping one hand covering himself, Marc checks the center console, "Whew, our wallets and phones are here."

"We need to go after them and get our clothes back," Jeff says.

"And if we catch them, then what? Tackle ‘em with our dicks flopping around?" Marc asks.

"They just wanted to pull a shitty prank on us, notice how they didn't take our phones or anything?" I say.

"Thanks, Marc, thanks for talking us into this …" Jeff gripes.

"Hey, fuck off! I didn't make you come over … or get naked!"

"It was your idea. Come on guys, it looks like fun." Jeff mockingly imitates Marc.

"Dude, don't be putting ALL the blame on me!" Marc fires back.

Time for me to jump in, "Stop! Both of you! Arguing about this is not helping! We need to figure out a plan."

With them quieted down, we can hopefully start to think rationally. "We have no clothes, no towels, no way to cover ourselves and we can't go to a store to buy new clothes. We need to get to one of our houses. Whoever it is will have to run in and grab clothes for all of us."

"And, which one of us is that gonna be?" Marc asks. "I can see it now, me going into the house and, oh, hi, Mom, don't mind me, a tribe of ravenous Amazon women just ripped all my clothes off. How's your day going?" he sarcastically adds.

"Jeff, are your parents' home?" I ask.

"Yeah, along with a contractor working on remodeling the kitchen."

"Okay, so that's out. How about you, Marc, anyone home?"

"Yes, my parents and my little sister who has friends over."

"Okay, so that leaves me. I know my mom was home when I left but I'm not sure about now, or if my dad and Luke are back."

"Can you text and see if they're home?" Jeff asks.

"That would look suspicious, they would know something's up."

Marc offers, "How about if we texted someone else, a friend maybe, who could meet us and bring towels at least?"

"Hmm … It's an idea, but if we involve anyone else that could mean there's a chance this will get all around town."

"And I really don't need that," Jeff emphasizes. "The last thing I need is to explain to Bethany why I was swimming naked with strange girls."

"So, what? It's not like any of us did anything with them," Mark scoffs. This causes me to snort out a small laugh.

"What? What's so funny, Kyle?"

"The one with the dark hair, Alyssa, was feeling me up and I rubbed her pussy."

"No way!" they both say at the same time.

"Yeah, it was just before we started hitting the beach ball around."

"You son of a bitch, I swear you have all the luck," Marc grumbles.

"Well, how lucky would you say this day turned out?" I hold my hands out presenting our current predicament. Suddenly realizing I'm showing them everything, I quickly drop my hands in my lap to conceal myself.

Jeff steers us back on topic, "Okay guys, what are we doing? Are we going to Kyle's house, or what?"

"I think it's our best option at this point," Marc agrees.

"Okay," I sigh, "let's go and see if my parent's vehicles are in the driveway." I guess I'm the lucky one who gets to dart into his house naked.

We leave Fucker's Pond and head for home. I keep a hand on the steering wheel and the other covering myself. I didn't realize I was speeding down Revere Road until Marc said, "Whoa-whoa, slow it down, Kyle. The last thing we need is to get pulled over by a cop."

I bring my speed under control and not a minute too soon as we pass one of Spring Haven's finest cleverly hidden behind some bushes. He doesn't pull out to follow, thank god!

"Whew, that was close. Thanks, Marc."

Slowly approaching my house from down the street, I see Mom's car in the driveway. I quietly pull over and park off to the side of the road several houses down. "Okay, now what? My mom is home."

We brainstorm for a few minutes, trying to come up with a Plan B. Finally, Jeff speaks up, "Okay, you know how when you go in your back door, you go through the garage first?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there anything in there that you could wrap around yourself? Like a tarp, or a blanket, or something?"

"Not that I can think of, but I can't remember everything we have in there."

"Should we just wait to see if she leaves?" Marc asks.

"If we wait, then my dad will eventually come home with Luke. They went to the baseball game."

A light pops on in my head and I get an idea. Mom keeps her cell phone plugged into a charger on the end table in the front room. If it's there, which I'm hoping it is, I could draw her to it by calling it. With her in the front room, I might be able to sneak past to the hallway and on to my room. It's the best I got …

Pulling into our driveway as quietly as possible, I park and shut off the engine. "What are you going to do?" Jeff asks.

"I'm going to sneak in and pray I don't get caught. Marc, get me my phone."

I quietly open my door, look around, and don't see any neighbors, that's good. Squatting low and cupping my goods, I gently push the door shut. Doing my best to minimize my chances of exposure, I crouch-run to the side door leading to the garage and let myself in. If anyone saw me, they would have just got a good look at my bare ass.

Okay, with the public indecent exposure part of this mission out of the way, the worst that can happen now is getting caught by Mom. I look all around the garage and don't see anything that can readily be used for cover without making a bunch of noise rummaging through boxes.

I sneak over to the door leading into the kitchen. Carefully, I slowly turn the knob and crack it open just enough to see Mom standing at the kitchen sink. Using my phone, I call her cell. I'm instantly relieved when I hear it chirp from the front room - yes, it's there as I hoped it would be!

As soon as she walks out, I push the door open and stealthily dart into the kitchen like a ninja - a naked ninja. I'll need to pass through the far end of the front room, this is the trickiest part. If I can time this right, her back will be turned reaching for her phone.

Quick stop, squat, and peak into the front room. She's picking her phone up to see who's calling. Now's my one shot! I grip my toes into the carpet for traction and sprint behind her back heading for the hall. Crouching low and rounding the corner, I'm almost home. Everything has been going a bit too well because while pulling off this maneuver, my little toe catches the corner of the floor molding with a loud thump - instant ridiculous pain, but I cannot stop, I must keep moving.

"Kyle? Is that you?"

Safe, I make it into my room and slam the door. Taking some deep breaths, I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath since entering the house. I can't believe I just pulled that off without being seen.

"Kyle? What are you doing? You just called my cell," Mom says through the door.

"I did?"

"Yes, look, it's right here. Open the door."

"Hang on a sec, Mom." I throw on a t-shirt and some shorts skipping the underwear; no time for them right now and commando is fine for this situation anyway. Clothes never felt so welcoming in my life. Opening the door, Mom shows me her phone, and yup, that's my number on it. "Hmm, I have no clue, must have butt-dialed somehow, sorry."

"What's going on? I thought you were with Marc and Jeff at that pond."

"Yeah … uhh … we were … I just stopped home to use the bathroom … I'm on my way back out."

"Okay, will you be back for dinner?"

"I should be … maybe … if not, I'll eat later." Enough of this chit-chat, I've got two naked friends anxiously waiting in our driveway.

Mom looks at me like I'm weird, shakes her head, and goes back to what she was doing in the kitchen. My toe is throbbing like crazy, I jammed it pretty hard on the wall. I need to grab some clothes for Marc and Jeff. Marc is close to my size so anything should work for him. Jeff is shorter and stockier, he'll just have to squeeze in and make do, we don't have too many options here.

I grab a couple of T-shirts and two pairs of sweatpants. Limping back out to the Jeep, I toss the bundle of clothes into Marc's lap through the open window.

"Alright, you pulled it off." Marc gives me a thumbs-up.

"We need to get out of here."

"Why are you limping?" Jeff asks.

"Stubbed my toe sprinting for my room. Fucking hurts like hell."

The guys wiggle into the clothes and Jeff is really struggling but manages to get them on, they're pretty tight on him. "Jesus, Kyle, you need to put on a few pounds."

"And how often does the need for you to wear my clothes come up?" I laugh.

"I just hope they're clean," Marc mutters, sniffing the shirt.

We decide to drive around a bit and let our brains assess what just happened before I take them home. "So, who were those people anyway?" I ask.

"I've never seen them before," Marc says.

"Me neither," Jeff adds.

With a devious look, I tell them, "I'll tell you what, if we ever run across them again, we'll need to find a … find a creative way to repay their … kindness."

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My parents both take Tuesday off work this week so we can make a trip up to Northbrook University. We have several appointments scheduled to get my student loans, class enrollments, and living arrangements all set up. After all the meetings, we were given a tour of the university campus, classrooms, cafeterias, library, and study areas. It all seems so big to me. In high school, everything is under one roof, this campus is like a mini town of its own.

I'll be staying in a big dorm called Everett Hall. A few weeks ago, I filled out a lengthy personality questionnaire so they can hopefully find me a compatible roommate. I've never shared a room before, so I hope they'll find someone I can get along with. The people on the Residency Committee said not to worry, they usually do a good job of matching up roommates.

For my first year, I won't be able to bring my Jeep, unless I want to pay outrageous parking fees to use a lot a mile away. They explained that there simply isn't enough parking for everyone to be close to the school. I can bring my bike though, they'll let me keep it at the dorm. Once I'm an upperclassman, I'll be able to use my vehicle and park closer.

The university is in the town of Milverton, it has a nice main street with all sorts of trendy stores and places to hang out. I was told that if I would like to work while I'm here, I should start applying for jobs as early as this summer. I picked up applications from any place I could think of that might hire college students, coffee shops, grocery stores, bookstores, fast food joints, and even some pizza restaurants.

We pass what must be Fraternity Row, a street with all the frat houses on it. This must be where all the major parties take place. One street over are the sorority houses - how convenient.

It was a long day and a lot of walking touring the campus and the town, we didn't get home till midnight.

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This coming weekend, my parents are going out of town from Friday afternoon till Sunday. My dad is attending a business convention in Chicago and my mom wants to go along for a weekend getaway. Luke will also be away; he's leaving Friday morning for band camp that will last till next Thursday. Hooray, I have the house to myself for the next couple of days.

The following weekend will be my Graduation Party, and, yes, I did get the invitations done and mailed out as I promised Mom I would. In preparation for the party, Mom and Dad left me a list of things they want me to get done around the house. Cleaning up the gardens, mowing the lawn, straightening my room, sweeping out the garage, that kind of stuff.

Every few days, I get a text from Tiffany along with pictures of things she's seeing and doing. I'm happy whenever I hear from her, but I miss her. I've been checking on the Hammond's house as they asked me to, and everything is fine.

Renee has been giving me space, she knows I'm having a bit of a tough time right now. She told me that she's here for me any time I need to talk, I'm just not ready yet.

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On Friday afternoon, I am working a dinner shift at Pizza Depot till 9:00. We had a pretty busy night, despite some passing thunderstorms. Renee, Benny, and Eric were working with me in the kitchen. Sonia worked till 9:00 as a waitress tonight because Allison called in sick. I didn't punch out till 9:15 because we had so much clean-up to get done.

As I head out to the parking lot, I see it's starting to rain again, looks like another shower is about to pass through. Sonia is by her car with the hood up, I walk over, "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, hi, Honey-Pie. My poor car don't wanna start for some reason." I look under the hood with her, everything looks fine to me, but then again, I'm no mechanic and don't know what I should be looking for.

"What does it do when you turn the key?" I ask.

"Nuthin' no lights, no nuthin'."

"You might have a dead battery. I have jumper cables; do you want me to give you a jump?" Dad makes sure I keep a set in the back of my Jeep, you never know when they will come in handy.

"Okay, let's try that. Do you know what to do?"

"Yeah, my dad showed me."

I pull my Jeep over and hook up the cables. We try to start her car and still nothing, the battery is not taking a charge.

"Well, that's my luck, now I'm gonna have to call a cab. There goes all my tip money from tonight …"

"No need to do that, I can give you a ride."

"You would do that for me?"

"Sure, hop in. Let me unhook the cables."

Sonia lives across town in an apartment, it doesn't take long to get there. The rain is really coming down hard now, but it shouldn't last, these summer shower bursts have been passing through like this all day. I tell Sonia we can wait it out before she goes up to her apartment.

"So how you been holdin' up, Honey-Pie?"

"Ah, you know … I'm alright. Good as can be expected."

"I know you're missin' your sweetheart."

I tell Sonia all about what Tiffany and I talked about the night of the Prom, how we know we'll be apart for a long time, but that we agreed not to hold out and are allowing ourselves to live and enjoy this time in our lives as well. If we're meant to be together in the end, then it will be. They are all good-sounding words, but the reality of living them has been far more difficult than I could have imagined.

Sonia is the first person I've truly opened up to about this, I explain, "It's like I'm going through the motions. I'm living my day-to-day life, and everything is fine, but in the back of my mind, it's always there. I just don't know how to get past it and move on …"

"Oh, I know exactly what you're sayin'. That's how it is when you're missin' someone dear to you, it just takes time. Time really does have its own magic way of healin'."

"I sure hope it hurries up with that healing …"

Sonia nods, "Not you, or I, or anyone can speed it up, that's just not how it works. But you're right, if it's meant to be, then it will be."

"Have you ever been in a similar situation?"

"Well, not exactly like yours. Mine was different, I always seemed to be waitin' for time to heal my man. To heal and help him outgrow his childish ways, you know, the drugs, and drink, and messin' around."

"That sounds like something he could have changed."

"He sure could have - just didn't care to."

"He wouldn't? Not even for you?"

"Nope … And it broke my heart," Sonia sighs.

Maybe a change of subject is needed, she's already had a bad enough evening with her car not starting and I don't want to dwell on painful pasts. "Looks like the rain is letting up."

"You are right about that," Sonia pauses and asks, "Do you have anywhere you need to be, Honey-Pie?"

"No, no plans. Why?"

"Come on up with me and I'll make you the best damn margarita you've ever had."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. We've both had a helluva week and now my car died to cap it off. I know I could surely use one, how about you?"

"Okay, just one though, I'm driving."

Sonia's apartment is small and cluttered, but clean. She has all sorts of colorful crafty creations adorning her walls along with pictures of her kids and granddaughter. This home has such a warm atmosphere emanating, much like the person who lives here.

"Have a seat and I'll be back in a jiffy."

Sonia comes back with two big wide wine glasses with a yellowish green drink that looks like lemonade. "I've never had a margarita before, but if you say it's good, I'll take your word for it." Taking a sip, it's tart, but definitely pretty damn tasty. "Thanks."

"Do you like it? Don't lie to me if you don't."

"I like it, it's really good."

"Now, I've spoiled you, you know that don't you? You won't find a better margarita than that one right there."

I take another sip, "I believe it."

"Honey-Pie, I know your heart is weighin' you down, but have you thought about movin' on? Maybe seein' other girls?"

"No, not really."

"If the words of an older woman hold any weight, I think it's time you should. I hate seein' you so down."

"Well …" I laugh, "I did have a girl touching me in Fucker's- I mean Tucker's Pond the other day."

"Ohh?" Sonia lights up, "See now, that's what I'm talkin' about! Tell me all about it."

"I was with my friends and these people were skinny-dipping across from us. They wanted us to come over and the girls were showing us their … top sides." Even though she's probably heard it all, I feel awkward using words like boobs or tits around Sonia. "Well, one thing led to another, and we joined them."

"You was skinny-dippin'? Oh my!"

"Yeah, I never did anything like that before. This one girl, Alyssa, was like … you know … feeling me up … like … down here," I point to my crotch.

"Oh?" she perks up and nods. "Right in your special place. Uh-huh!"

"Yeah, it is!" I nod, wholeheartedly agreeing. This margarita is already doing its job and loosening me up - a lot. "Oh, and she let me," I wiggle my two fingers, "you know … between her legs."

"An, you touched her miss puss?" Sonia excitedly exclaims while cackling with laughter, she's loving this.

"Yeah, but that's all that happened, we didn't have sex or anything."

"Aww …" she seems genuinely disappointed for me. I think she wanted more juicy details.

"It turned out they just wanted to pull a prank on us."

"A prank?"

"They took our clothes, and towels, and drove off; leaving us naked at the pond."

"Wha? They took y'all's clothes? Some people can be so nasty …"

I tell her about how I snuck into the house and evaded my mother to get clothes for me and the guys.

"I know I've said this before, but oh, what I wouldn't give to be your age again … To have that kinda fun again …" Hearing my stories must take her back to when she was young.

She lifts her almost empty glass, "How about another one?"

"Sure!" Sonia makes us two fresh margaritas.

"Honey-Pie, you is such a sweet boy. And, like I said earlier, you need to be gettin' out and enjoyin' this time of your life. Havin' all kinds of fun, like this."

"I wouldn't call being left naked with my buddies very enjoyable, or fun."

"But the point is this, you can laugh about it now, right?"

I crack a grin. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You remind me so much of a boy I knew when I was young, he was a true sweetheart."

"I do?"

"His name was James, he was a white boy like you, he even had your same dark hair, tall, and so handsome; I was just head-over-heels in love with him. Mm-mm."

"Did you date him?"

"No … things was different in those days. You see, colored girls and white boys just didn't see each other in that way."

"Well, that sucks." I can't help but wonder if Sonia did date James if her life would have been better.

"It's fine, Honey-Pie, don't you be frettin' your heart over what happened long ago."

"We need to find you a good man, Sonia."

"Well, if you know of any, don't hesitate to send ‘em my way! I'll make ‘em the best damn margarita ever."

"Okay, I will."

"Have you given any thought to what I told you way back when? ‘Bout Miss Renee bein' all sweet on you?"

Since I'm in the opening-up mood, should I tell her about Renee and me? Nah, I think it would be best to keep quiet about that and play along. "I think Renee is really nice."

"She's a sweetheart! And a cute one too!" Sonia leans in, "I have the feelin' she wouldn't mind getting to know you a whole lot better."

"You think so?"

"Oh, hell, yes!" she slaps my knee, "A girl like Renee is just what you need right now. All I'm askin' is that you give it some thought. Can you do that for me, Honey-Pie?"

"I will."

Sonia and I stay up quite late talking about many things, we also sip a few more margaritas. She is right though, time for me to let go and start having some fun.

We ended up getting pretty drunk, Sonia told me to stay the night on her couch, I didn't argue. This turned out to be a good weekend for my family to be away, my mother would have thrown a shit fit if I didn't come home because I was out drinking.

In the morning, Sonia wakes me up and makes some coffee and breakfast. My head is pounding, but it's all worth it. I'm feeling a whole lot better about things than I have in weeks.

Chapter 2 - Happy Trail

I spent the day on Saturday getting those chores done around the house that my parents asked me to do. I have to say, it was not fun working with a headache all day. I definitely need to learn some moderation when it comes to mixed drinks. Beer is one thing, but liquor is a whole different animal. By the afternoon, I was feeling better, I think I sweat most of it out be doing all that work.

At 7:00, I received a text from Renee saying that Bill has called an impromptu employee meeting tonight at Pizza Depot, after the store closes at 11:00. I texted back that I will be there.

We all gather in the dining area and Bill begins, "Thank you everyone for being here on such short notice, I apologize for that. I wanted to have this meeting in a couple of weeks, but things have changed, so we are having it now."

People murmur, we are wondering what is up.

Bill continues, "We need to have re-roofing maintenance done on the building. This work is scheduled to take two days to complete. For that time period, the contractor has asked if we can close to the restaurant for liability reasons, as in customers and employees coming and going while the job is being done. This will also allow them to have full access to the parking lot for staging materials.

"This work was originally going to be done at the beginning of August, but the contractor has an opening to do it now. So, we have moved up the schedule and will be closing the store on Wednesday and Thursday of this week.

"Okay, so that is the news about roof. The next thing I would like to talk about is you, the employees of Pizza Depot."

We look around at each other. Bill takes a moment before he continues, "I want you all to know that you are the best crew we could ever ask for. You run this place efficiently as well as profitably. We would like to share those profits by offering all of you an Employee Appreciation Day of a prepaid trip to Cedar Bay Roller Coaster Park."

This sends up a round of cheers and applause. "I thought you might like that," Bill says.

"The trip will be this Wednesday, when the roof work is being done. We have reserved rooms at a nearby hotel, so you can stay till the park closes and not have to drive home."

Renee stands up, "I want to second what my father just said, you are all fantastic!" This brings another round of applause. Renee continues, "Okay the plan is to meet here at quarter-to-six in the morning and we can carpool. It's a 3-hour drive, so if we leave by 6:00, we can make it to the park as they open at 9:00. Can I see a show of hands of who like to stay overnight? We have a block of rooms reserved at the Hanover Suites, a few miles from Cedar Bay."

Pretty much everyone raises their hand.

Renee says, "Come see me after the meeting, if you would like to stay overnight. I need to contact the hotel ASAP with a count of how many rooms we will need. I will pair people up, boys with boys and girls with girls, two to a room."

This is really cool, I haven't been to Cedar Bay since I was 11 years old, at that age I was too afraid to ride any of the big coasters.

After the meeting, I see Renee, "I will have to clear it with my mom and dad, but I'm sure they will let me stay."

"Okay, Kyle, let me know. I will go ahead and mark you down to share a room with Albert, is that okay?"

Albert is the guy they hired to replace me in the general clean-up duties when they moved me up to a cook. He is not one of my favorite people, seems a bit stuck on himself, but sharing the room with him for one night should be fine. "Sounds good." I tell her.

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My parents are fine with me going to Cedar Bay, they did ask who I was going to be sharing a room with. When I told them Albert, they were fine and told me to have a good time.

On Tuesday, my mom dug out a duffle bag to help me pack a change of clothes. "Kyle, where is your bathing suit? I've looked anywhere and can't find it."

"Oh, I ripped it that day I went to the pond with Marc and Jeff, I threw it out." I hate to lie, but telling her the truth that I was skinny-dipping and some strangers took it would just not work.

"Oh, you should have let me look it first, I may have been able to fix it with my sewing machine."

"It's okay mom, I needed a new one anyway. I'll pick one up later today."

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Normally, getting up at 5:00 am just plain sucks ass, but getting up this early because I'm going to Cedar Bay, well, that's a different story. I showered, ate some cereal, grabbed my duffel bag and was out the door just as my dad was getting up 5:30.

I pull into the Pizza Depot lot and see Renee and few others are already here.

Renee comes over, "Hey, Kyle do you want to drive or ride?"

"It doesn't matter to me. I've never driven that far before though."

"Do you want to ride with Benny? He brought his van?"

"Okay, I can do that."

"Alright, park in the back, out of the way, so the contractor has lots of room for the roof work."

At 6:15 we are on the road, Ohio here we come. Benny's van holds six, it's him, Eric, Albert, Greg (the lunch cook), myself, and a new guy they hired last month.

The new guy is named Kamalaksh Balakrishna (say that 10-times fast), we call him Kam. Kam is a couple of years older than me and he moved here from India few years ago. He's a nice guy and speaks English well, but with an accent.

"Have you been on beeg roller coaster before, Kyle?" he asks me.

"No, not yet. I was at Cedar Bay when I was kid, but I was too scared then."

"Are you scared now?"

"Yeah, a little, but I'm going to see how it goes."

"We don't have such teengs were I'm from. All of dis is will be very new to me."

"Well, how about we try it together?"

"Sounds very good to me."

We arrive at 9:30, god, this place looks huge. We make our way across the expansive parking lot to the entrance gates. I can hear the screams from the coasters from here. Since our passes have been pre-paid, we don't have to wait in line at the ticket windows.

Kam is in awe and fascinated with this spectacle, I'm quite giddy myself. Once we are in the park, we decide to break off into groups of two. Eric and Benny want to hit the biggest coasters first. Albert and Greg have a plan of their own, also involving the big rides first. Kam and I think it will be best for us to work our way up.

We decide to get our coaster-feet wet on the Blue Flash first. It's an older wooden coaster that does not look nearly as intimidating as the monsters waiting for us deeper in.

Clickity-clack, up the track, we climb the first hill. Kam is looking pretty nervous, I tell him it will be alright and to hold on tight. We crest the hill and-

"YEeeeaahhhhHHHH!", we crest the second hill and, "Oh, my GOD - Holy Shit!", this thing is roaring, my stomach comes up into my throat and I am out of my seat for half the ride. This coaster is much more intense that it looks. But, wow, what an awesome rush, I love it.

We get back to the station and I look at Kam, his hair is a mess and he has a glazed look in his eyes. He turns and looks at me, "Let's do eet again!" he shouts.

"Yeah, let's do it." We get back in line and ride it one more time.

Next, we try the Flying Dragon, it's a coaster with the tracks over-head and the cars are suspended below. Talk about a smooth ride, it felt like we were flying. I really liked that one.

As we continue, our apprehensions diminish and we become braver with each coaster, but still aren't ready for the giant steel goliaths.

While we are in line for Screaming Twins coaster, we see Renee and Allison.

Renee sees us, "Hey guys!"

"Hey Renee. Hey Allison, how's it going?"

"Good, but I'm having a hard time convincing Allison to go on the crazy rides with me."

"I'm just not ready for those yet." Allison blushes.

The Screaming Twins is a wooden coaster with side-by-side, twin-tracks, the trains race each other. Kam and I are in the blue one and Renee and Allison are in the red one. We had them beat after the first drop, but they caught up and just beat us into the station.

We meet up with the girls after the ride. Renee asks, "Do you guys want to get something to eat, it's getting near noon?"

"Sure."

We learn that everything is extremely expensive food-wise here; $5 for a hot dog? That's how it is at theme parks, they can charge whatever they want with trapped, hungry patrons. We find a table in the shade.

Renee asks me, "Hey Sport, how are you about riding the big rides?"

"I haven't been on any of them yet, but I'm willing to try."

"I want to get in line for the Top Thrill Racer, but I don't think Allison is up for that yet."

"I'll go with you."

"Great! Hey Allison, Kyle said he will go with me on Top Thrill, do you want to go off with Kam?"

"Yeah, you two go crazy, Kam and I need more time to work up to something like that."

"Are you alright with that Kam?" I ask.

"Oh yes, very much so." he winks and give me two thumbs up. He is thrilled with the opportunity to hang out with Allison. Maybe he has a crush on her?

After we eat, Renee and I make our way to the Top Thrill Racer. What a mean looking machine this is, it hisses and roars as cars are dispatched at super-fast speed. There is quite a line, but Renee assures me it will be worth the wait. The cars are shot out on a straight path to a vertical climb of 420 feet. The track arcs back down, like a vertical U-turn, to a 90 degree straight drop and back. I'm not so sure about this, I hope I don't pee my pants.

Now it's our turn, it's go-time. Renee is excited as hell as we are secured in, "You're gonna love this Sport. It's almost as good as sex."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really!" she winks and nods.

Strapped in, it's going to happen and there's nothing I can do about it now. The tension is high and waiting seems like an eternity, but in reality, the wait is only a few seconds. I sense every single beat of my heart, (bump-bump, bump-bump) will this damn thing just go already? (bump-bump, bump-bump). What the hell have I gotten myself into, (bump-bump, bump-bump) I think I'm about to die, (bump-bump, bump-bump… -

With a deafening roar, my breath is instantly taken away as we are blast-accelerated from 0 to 120 miles an hour in 3.8 seconds. "Ahhhh-FUUUCCKKK!" I scream as I am pushed back into my seat with incredible force, I couldn't lean my head forward even if I wanted to.

Before I know it, we are pointing straight up, looking at the blue sky. The car slows as it crests the top, I can see far out onto Lake Erie and I notice a few big ships out there.

"Oh shit…", I mutter, because what goes up must come down, we begin to gather speed for the straight descent. My stomach lurches as we drop into a free fall that has a wicked spiral before we level out. 30-seconds of pure adrenaline, my guts are scrambled and that was fucking cool as hell! Miraculously, my pants are still dry.

Renee and I spend the day together riding everything. There was plenty of coasters I am surprised I didn't shit my pants on, but they were so awesome.

In the early afternoon, it was getting pretty hot. The water rides are perfect for cooling down and we got soaked to our underwear. I could feel my inner thighs getting chafed from walking around in wet shorts.

"I feel like I'm getting diaper rash." I complain.

"I know just what to do about that," she says.

"What?"

She grabs my hand and pulls me, "The swings, let's go."

This ride has swings suspended from arms sticking out from a tall center hub. The ride spins and centrifugal force makes the swings sway out. We ride this a few times spreading our legs to let the rushing air dry us out. We aren't the only one to have this idea, we see others from the water rides doing the same thing. The park designers put this ride here for a reason.

It's getting late in the day and the park will be closing soon. We are exhausted. I tell Renee, "I need to text Benny and Albert for when and where we are meeting up to go to the motel."

"Do you want to ride with me? I drove."

"Yeah okay. Who are you rooming with?"

"It was going to be Sonia, but she cancelled this morning. Her allergies were driving her nuts."

"Oh, that's not good, she missed a great time. You should have told me you were driving alone, I would have ridden with you."

"It's okay, Allison rode with me and you guys had already left. I figured you boys would want your male-bonding time."

"Is that what you and Allison did, a little girl on girl, female-bonding?"

She laughs, "God, when you say it like that, it sounds so sexual."

"I guess it did, huh? That's not what I meant."

"I know, Sport."

"Do we need to wait for Allison before we go?"

"No, she texted that she's riding to the motel with Kam and the guys."

"Okay, cool."

"Hey, do you want to pick up a pizza? We can eat in my room, being that I have it all to myself."

"Okay. I'll text the guys and tell ‘em not to wait around for me."

Renee and I leave the park, we have to do a bit of searching to find her car in this massive parking lot, she forgot what section she was parked in.

We find a pizza joint in town called The Pizza Train. We laugh about that, here is The Pizza Train and we have The Pizza Depot. We order a large pepperoni, onion and mushroom, our favorite combo, to go.

At the Hanover Suites, we check in and get our room key-cards. Renee's room is on the second floor of this 2-story motel. We let ourselves in, it's clean, nothing fancy, but nice. It has two queen-size beds, a dresser with a TV on it and a small table with two chairs. We sit down at the table to eat. We skipped dinner because we were so busy riding the rides, I didn't realize how hungry I got.

We dig in and she asks, "So, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Today was so totally awesome! Thank you and Bill so much for this."

"You are welcome." She looks down, "What I was getting at is… I'm wondering how you are doing?"

"Oh… well… you know... Not bad, I guess."

"I hope I'm not being pushy, it's just that… well, I care about you and I know you've been going through a tough time."

"It's okay," I tell her. "Yeah, Tiffany going away has been hard, but I'm doing better now. It's kind of funny, but the other night, Sonia and I got a little drunk at her place and -"

"You and Sonia? Got drunk?" she laughs.

"Yeah, I gave her a ride home because her car died. We ended up talking a lot, and drinking her home-made margaritas, quite a few margaritas, actually! Talking to her really helped me."

Renee nods, "She has a way of doing that, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, she does."

I tell Renee all about Prom and everything that happened at the end of the school year. She also thinks that allowing ourselves to have fun and seeing where it goes in the future is the best approach.

Renee told me she will be going back to college in the Fall, even though she has four years complete, she wants to keep going for her Graduate's Degree in Business Management. I tell her that I will be going to Northbrook in the Fall to pursue Psychology. She laughs and tells me that's perfect and that I can treat her when she goes crazy.

We talk about Cedar Bay and what rides we liked best. I tell her how nervous I was at first, but grew to love the big coasters.

We finish the entire large pizza, it was pretty damn good. She asks me, "Do you want to hang-out? Watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah okay, let me see if Benny is back with the van. I'll throw my stuff in my room and come back."

I get up and walk towards the door, she calls to me, "Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

She walks over to me, "How would you feel about texting Albert and letting him know that he can have your guy's room to himself?" she pauses, fearing that perhaps she just came on a little strong, "Or you don't have to, if you don't want to, I understand, the last thing I want to do is -"

I put my hand up to stop her, "I would love to."

"Are you sure?"

I put my arms around her and whisper, "Let me get my duffle bag, I'll be right back."

She kisses me, "Hurry back, Sport!"

I run down to the Benny's van to grab my stuff. Albert sees me and comes over, "Hey Kyle, I got your text, what's going on? Aren't we supposed to share the room?"

"Renee told me there was an extra, unused room, so I'm going to take it; I thought you'd like the room to yourself." I hand him my room key-card.

He takes it and shrugs, "Cool, works for me, dude."

I grab my duffle and go back up. I take quick look around to make sure no-one is watching and let myself back into Renee's room. Once inside, I lock the door and drop my duffle bag on the bed. Renee takes my hand and leads me to lay down with her.

We get right to hugging, kissing and groping. It feels good to lay down with Renee after this long day of walking, hot sun and adrenaline rushes. I run my hands all over her and feel her nipples getting hard.

"I've missed you so much," she says, smothering me with kisses.

"I was only gone a couple of minutes."

"I meant these last six or seven months."

She runs her hands up and down my sides and back. Next, she reaches behind me, grabs and pinches my ass. Being the funny, sneaky girl that she is, she stealthily reaches up inside my shorts and tickles my balls, this makes me jump and squirm around. "What's the matter Sport? Are you ticklish?" she giggles.

"Yeah, kinda..."

She hops on top of me, pinning me down, and begins tickling me like crazy. I try to tickle her back, but she has the high-ground advantage on me. I scream and holler for her to stop, but I really don't want her too, this is too much fun.

After the tickle-torture session, that she clearly won, is over, she asks, "Do you want to take a shower? Then we can watch a movie or something… and maybe a little…?" She doesn't need to finish, I know what "a little" means.

"Okay," I get up and undress over by the bathroom door.

Renee sits up on the edge of the bed, watching me take my clothes off. She tilts her head like she's noticed something, "Come over here a minute, Sport."

I walk over, standing naked in front of her. She runs her fingers through my pubes, "Someone hasn't been keeping himself trimmed up, look at this wild garden you have going on!"

"Yeah, I've guess I've been letting it go, huh?"

"Oh look! You're getting your happy trail, you didn't have that before."

"My 'happy trail?'"

"Yeah, see this thin line of darker hair from your belly-button down to your patch? It's called a happy trail, I think it's super-sexy." She traces her finger on it, "See, it starts right here… and leads on down to…" Yeah, I'm happy she's on that trail.

Renee whispers, "Come ‘ere Sport." and pulls me to her. She kisses my belly-button and then wiggles her tongue down my trail. When she gets to my hairy triangle, she burrows her nose in deep and explores. She explores up, then down, side to side, and everywhere in between.

"I just love how fluffy your pubes are, and so soft too" she tells me.

Once she's sniffed her way through every inch of my unkempt garden, she plants kisses all over my hanging cock and even a few on my balls underneath. This is a major turn-on having her nuzzle and kiss me all over my privates.

I ask, "Um, would you like me to shower? I've been sweating a lot today."

"In a minute, I like your scent. It's not stinky or anything… I don't know how to describe it, but your so… so sexy to me, it really turns me on."

She opens her mouth takes me inside. As you know, I have a thing for being sucked on before I get hard, it feels especially nice. Receiving this pleasure when I'm soft never lasts very long and I really enjoy feeling myself get hard in her welcoming warmth.

Renee remembered everything from the last time we did this. Flicking her tongue in that little divot below my head and all over my sensitive spot, tickling my pee-hole and twirling it around my shaft. This makes my legs start to quiver.

Renee looks up, "Here, sit on the bed." She remembered that I have a hard time standing while receiving this kind of stimulation.

I sit down at the edge and she gets on her knees between my legs. She happily resumes sucking on me, thoroughly sucking. "Ahhh-mmmm." I hum. This is so much more comfortable and it feels, oh, so good. At this rate, I know I am not going to last very long before I blow.

"Renee?"

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna make me cum."

"It's okay," she shrugs like it's no big deal, "Just let it happen."

Just let it happen, I like the sound of that. Okay, she's fine with me cumming in her mouth and just as we are getting started. We have all night and I'm sure I will cum again before too long.

I lay back, propped up on my elbows, and let her do as she pleases with me. Her tight lips sliding on my length feels beyond amazing. I like watching her enjoy my cock, it's shiny, wet with her saliva as it appears and then disappears back into her mouth. I love when she takes pauses to suck really hard, so much so, that I can feel the skin at the base of my shaft being pulled taught.

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