”“Let’s go to my bedroom.”I sat down on the bed and pulled out the bottle of hand lotion that I used for lube. I began fingering myself as Kev...n took his clothes off. When he was fully naked, I spread my legs. I noticed that he’d worn a hoop earring in just his right ear. Kevin lubed up two fingers on his right hand and worked them into my ass. They stretched it a little, but not enough to hurt yet. With his free hand, Kevin held my right ankle steady as he sucked each toe in turn before. A love between equals…something that our modern divorce rates say we have failed to comprehend or capture. In those days, weeks and months after Mr. Willy passed as we so eloquently called death, Miss Ethel became an almost nightly fixture in our kitchen. The cigarette smoke added another layer of yellow to the walls as these women shared the pain of loss. I do not remember all of their stories, but I will never forget the strength, love and companionship of those nights. There is one story. The boys in her grade didn't seem to be interested.By the time she was 15, however, she found that older boys were indeed interested. Accordingly, one afternoon when her mother wasn't home, Sara brought one home. They took off their clothes and he stuck his penis into her. After he had moved it in and out a while, he came, got up, dressed and left.Sara knew from reading her mother's slightly trashy novels that there was more to sex than that. She began to study the subject a little and found. Her finger tips tingled and she glanced around nervously to see if anyone was nearby. Looking back at Austin, she swallowed and flashed him and incredulous smile. ‘You’re crazy. No, look, maybe some other time. First off, there’s people all around the gym. Where would we-? Nevermind. And second, I’m, like, totally gross right now. I need a shower. I just ran for almost an hour.’ Austin again looked all over her glistening body. He simply shook his head. ‘Are you kidding me? Gross? You look.