When he realises I've been staring at his eyes and open mouth he quickly closes his mouth and walks away, his face flushed with shame. His name is Cha...lie and he's just started college this year. Whenever I seem him around, he always stares at me and my areas and I can only politely start a conversation in which Charlie starts off nicely and just veers away, not paying attention to what I say. I then of course just say goodbye and he gives a jumping start wondering what he did to make me go. It makes me weak. I roll my hips gently, giving her more. She moans softly, tasting me as I finally lean down, and begin my magic on her. Her legs parting, I flick my tongue against her clit. She gladly offers me more, lifting her hips for me. Her slick wet softness is so accepting of me. I slide a finger inside her, fucking her slowly. Musky scent of our sex lingers in the air, as we continue making love with each other. The need for one another starts to grow and we become greedier. She sucks. It was almost two weeks before Nancy and I were having sex again. I uncharacteristically managed to hold back. One morning when we were coming off night shift instead of peeling off to her cabin she kept on walking beside me. ‘Coming in for coffee?’ I asked, liking my lips hopefully, and hope came in for me. ‘No, just for some tentative sex to get me going again.’ Gradually we got back into fully swing but it never was as complete as before – two people giving themselves unconditionally. There. The doctors said that this was a bad idea. When youwoke up again they thought you would relapse if you were to be returnedto Helen's house. That is why we moved away. She still stays in touchwith me but forbade me from telling you. She is still on your sideRachel and she loves you very much. When you feel up to it I think itwould be a wonderful thing to go and visit her. What do you think aboutthat?"MY GOD! I was the one who caused so much distress and grief! Not mebeing exposed as a boy but my.