We both got comfortable and he sucked me for a while, I was fully hard when he took it from his mouth and began stroking me. He asked if I wanted to f...ck, and being a horny teen at the time, I didn't reject him.He arched forwards on the bed, raising his ass to the air. Presenting himself as he spread his legs. I sat up and quickly stumbled to get it in. It took a few tries, he was tight and we had no lube, but it got in. ( Without a condom, stupid young mistakes but I got lucky ) My first. "Moira, I love you."She kissed me tenderly before telling me she loved me too, but we both knew that didn't answer the unasked question.But we did get up. I wanted to shower with Moira, but she said she wanted to go back to her room. "My clothes are there, and ... I want to check up on Saralinda..."She let herself out, wrapped in a robe, and carrying her clothes from the day before, leaving me alone in my room. And that felt wrong to me, somehow...I shaved and then showered, with all of this. I didn't spend all my time on this obsession, but I did think about it every day. Sometimes, I would be shopping at Woodward and Lothrop, look up, see a guy who had the look of a lost and lonely soul and think maybe it's supposed to be a stranger. But that didn't add up, either. It had to be someone I knew...someone I knew quite well.I had been Corky for nearly six wonderful weeks when the light finally dawned. (This included that year's Miss America pageant, which I attended as a judge. . The next morning was like any common morning, but with a few differences. Mother would be in the kitchen usually and Father would be out to work, just as usual. The different part of it though is that the whole house was in shambles. In some parts the wallpaper would be peeling and some walls had holes through and through. The couch was covered in glass and sawdust as well as the floor. Outside my room, the remains of a wooden chair lie in a neatly gather pile in the corner. A clean path was.