After only a few short minutes of easy stroking I was beginning to really feel the a****l lust overtake me and started to climax. While the stud fucke... me harder I began to climax almost repeatedly as I urged him on. Telling him to fuck me harder still he picked up the pace,his balls slapping against my upturned ass.I was losing any faint hope of control and they knew it.I was close to the edge of a huge orgasm when the stud suddenly stopped. It was at that moment when my body took control over. " Do what?" Patrick asked."You know... the Dew. The commercials?" Oh. Those fuckin' Mountain Dew commercials. You think that shit'scool?" Yeah. I mean, no. See, that was my joke that I... forget it."Katie, who was right at my elbow, suddenly blurted, "How come you neverhang out with us at lunch, Amy?"Mouth full of Dew, I raised my eyebrows.Katie went off. "'Cause you're always welcome to. I think it's reallycool how you skate and stuff. Heather thinks you're weird, but me andLeslie think. Margo and Cindy had gone slumming tonight, knowing that what they wanted wasn't likely to be found in the blue chip yuppie joints of Columbus, Ohio. Fortunately, the seamy side of the city had its advantages.Cindy had danced with several of the men in the smoky, lower class bars they visited that night, but none of them had really lit any desire in her. Her curvy, ample body made sure she got her share of requests.Margo sat in the corner drinking rum and Coke. While blonde Cindy had 40D tits. Thank God Dad bought it. Thank God I remembered it. Thank God I can swim."Who cares?" I do, you jackass!" my vision blurs for a second and I almost miss my turn. I head to my house this time because no one's home yet and our basement is like its own little apartment. "I care an' yo' momma an' Uncle Marcus an' Coach Dutton an' the whole fuckin' defensive line!" I'm all but screaming. "What was I s'posed to do?"He doesn't reply. I glance over, terrified that he's going to be unconscious and blue.