After a few moments of calm Patty rolled her head and said, “Let’s do another joint.” The girls sat calmly on the bed and smoked a hand-rolled ...lunt. As they drifted amid the clouds of pungent smoke, the conversation was light, infused with humor and spontaneity, but nothing sexual or sensual. For the moment Mandy and Patty were again best friends, not lesbian lovers. Mandy needed to relieve herself so she went to pee, Patty ventured to the kitchen for bottles of water. When Patty returned. I was up in my room playing with PS4; she came running into my room, "Look Blake! Look what I got on the midterm you helped me study for!" She got an 'A,' and I was so proud of her. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Blake!" She jumped on my lap and gave me several hot, thank you kisses all over my face. I felt a bit embarrassed. "Oh come on Lora...quit it." She stopped kissing me, with her arms still around my neck. She was straddling my cock; I hoped she could not feel my hard-on. She. This was the critical moment, and all at once I couldn't meet her gaze, couldn't do what needed to be done. Then I felt a cool hand on my cheek, and she clasped my fingers with hers, pulling me over to whisper in my ear:"Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?" I would say that was a direct quote from Shakespeare's 'As You Like It.' And, as it happens, I haven't had terribly much luck. ...well he was there but clearly was embarrassed to have a gay son. I watched silently from the rear as Brad accepted his diploma and turned his tassle, as I had also helped him with a couple of things after our runs. I felt like a proud mentor, but damn if I didn't want more. They returned home and Brad told them he was going for a jog as he didn't want to participate in all of that other crappy graduation traditions everyone went through. The dinner, the extra gushing about nothing. He wanted.