” Karla murmured in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”“It’s alright.” Jason mumbled, sitting up in bed. “What time is it?”“...:30.” Karla replied.“6:30?” Jason said, his voice incredulous. “What are you doing up?”“I need to prepare a few things before work.” Karla explained, sighing a little in resignation. “So I planned to sneak out and let you sleep for a while longer. It didn’t go exactly to plan.”“It’s alright.” Jason assured her, raising his arms above his head in a long stretch. “I’m. I put one leg up on the bed so that he could see my gaping slit. "Here it is, Gary; have fun with it."He slid one finger inside me. "You're not cherry," he said, in an almost bored tone."Well, if that's a problem, you may as well take me home right now."He got up and made us both Bloody Marys. I guess that after being blown by a fifteen year old, he figured that she was old enough to drink. Sure, cum, vodka, same thing, both tasteless, only one is gooey. He didn't need to think about the other. And everyone knew it, especially her. She's 5'8 120 pounds with sexy blonde hair and bright blue eyes and the fullest, plumpest lips that I just want to suck on every time I see them. Layla and I did everything together. Up until one day though Layla and I had only ever made out, drunkenly, as a dare. But we were attracted to each other and we both knew it. During the hot summers when my parents would be away in France Layla and I would be laying naked poolside rubbing body oil into each others. "I'm going to change and then put on the coffee." The woman disappeared down a hall.I looked around the smallish living room at the overstuffed couch and chair, the obligatory coffee table with scuff marks and cigarette burns in the finish. All in all, the room was nothing special. My bladder had started to feel full, probably the psychosomatic result of the hope in my loins rather than any real need to pee. I decided to look for a bathroom anyway.I headed through the doorway and found a short.