And to my surprise and excitement, it was Julie. Julie and I were close friends throughout high school. She was my high school prom date and my study ...uddy through the first year of college before she transferred to another school and we lost touch shortly thereafter. These were the days before Facebook and other social media and not everyone had email. We had met and gotten to know each other just as my disability got hold of me at around 16 years old. I have muscular dystrophy, which severely. Fucking Skin—No ... I shouldn’t say that. That’s unfair.“Is your name Dwayne, or Matt?” Hazel asked.“Uh ... Technically, it’s Matt?”“What are you doing, man?” he asked, coming even closer.“Nothing, I was just messing around,” I said quietly.“By giving people fake names? So, what, are you here because you changed your mind about getting paid for the work?” he pressed. “Because that’s not—”I grimaced, shaking my head as he got animated. “No, not at all! I was just on my way home, and I wanted to. In the very dim room Tom reached for Maddy and held her in a loving embrace, sighing deeply over the softness and warmth of this most delightful creature in his arms.Madisonblinked as she started to drift. “Sleep! We won’t get it if we stay together. I’ll want to spend the night playing and talking with you.”Tom nodded and kissed her. “Sometime soon though, we’ll create some private time to be together.”“Oh, absolutely!” More brief kisses, and then with a groanMadisonled Tom to her bedroom door. We lost ourselves in our mutual heat. I wanted to feel his tongue on mine, his hands on my skin, his body close to mine, his manhood deep inside me, to be one with him. It was all so new, fresh, exciting. I wanted him. I wanted it all. I got more daring as I felt his tongue brushing my lips, asking to be granted entrance into my mouth. My first French kiss. I loved every part of it. I moaned into his mouth, letting him know I was about to melt in his arms. I devoured his tongue, sucked on it,.