"You didn't mind fucking Amy," I said. Franky had come over to my trailer to watch a movie on a Tuesday night and we were drinking. My rule was, if yo...'re at my house drinking, you have to spend the night. Amy didn't drink at my house because she knew I'd make her stay no matter what her mom and dad said.Franky blushed and stuttered. "You . . . dammit . . . you said it was okay! You were lying right next to her! You said she wanted to suck my dick!" My point is," I said, "that sex is not a big. "This dress just looks too fucking sexy to get rid of just yet," I say softly, your eyes sparkling at the compliment. "Thank you," you say, your voice dripping in need as you reach for my zipper. I pull away just out of reach again and you play at pouting again, but I just wink. "Not yet baby, this is going to be what I want, you understand? Be my beautiful little slut, listen close and I'll give you everything you want, ok?" Your eyes practically burn as I say slut, pushing your buttons. Looking to the west, I could see it was going to be a lingering storm. We both retreated to the back onto an air mattress she had because of long overnight trips she said she would make. As I looked into her seductive eyes, and our mutual physical horny urges took control. Before I knew it, we were holding each other close, feeling our body's melting together. Her large full breasts, pressed against my chest. They had to be double D or E cup because as I held her close, they completely. After about a week, Tommy texted me. Can we talk? I knew I shouldnt, but watching his soap opera from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him. After being alone for so many years, I thought that certain needs had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant. And it wasnt just the sex, it was the companionship, the intimacy, the ability to talk to someone on more than just a casual level. I felt alive when I was with him. Come by tonight. I replied. That night I sat on my couch.