”“I need you, Boyd. I want to make love.”We made love the first time right there on the wooden deck. I lay back and she took me into her tight, ...irginal body as she sat on my belly. If there was ever a girl who loved sex, it was Savana Llewellyn Creekmore. We made love another three times before morning and twice more the next day. We kept up the pace for most of the next two weeks. Then, the night before she started back to school, we slept on the deck, wrapped in quilts and each others arms.. . to this. Shopping . . . what a ridiculous way to start an affair. If someone had told her that she would have accepted the offer of a coffee from a complete stranger in a supermarket, she would have thought they were stark raving bonkers. But Jonathan was not just any old stranger. The look in his eyes as he apologised for knocking her cereals to the floor, the static shock as his fingers touched her hand, meant that when the deep brown timbre of his voice offered her coffee by way of. Still, she was eager and I heard her startled gasp as the car pulled in and, abruptly, the security light came on. ‘That’s a really bright light!’ ‘Did it seem too bright while you were in the car?’ ‘No. Not as long as I was sitting up, but when I was on my back, looking up, it was glary but I don’t really remember it – but it was no problem and we certainly could see each other. I guess a dark car probably would be more romantic and, I think, less…well, embarrassing when you were making out or. But now my pussy hurts like a son-of-a-bitch, and I haven't got any clean panties to put on, God damn it!"As I managed to control the mirth spewing out of my mouth, I suggested that she could borrow a pair of my clean briefs if she wanted. They wouldn't fit worth a shit, but they'd serve their purpose until she could pick up some replacements later that morning. She growled at me, then swung around and crawled into the bunk. I gave her directions to find some clean ones. I heard her rustling.