“Leaving?” I asked quietly.“In a couple of minutes.”“What time is it?”“Um, it might be about six-thirty. I’m sorry, but...”“Nah, t...at’s fine. Why are you leaving so early?”“Looks like a big storm is coming in, so we’re going to try to beat it out. We wanted to make sure that it was okay with you.”“Of course. Come as soon as you can. I need you.”“We’ll be there as soon as we can. Everything all right?”“Sorry I didn’t call last night.”“No problem. I figured you’d be at Brian’s for a while.”“Not. ?? "Mmmmmm?nice," she breathed.? "I'd like to hear more of that." ?? She then resumed her gentle stroking andcuddled close, resting her head on my shoulder. ?? "You know what I'm going to do to youthis morning, don't you?" she asked. ?? I closed my eyes, thought a few seconds,then nodded.? It had been more than aweek since I'd suffered for her and it was about time I pleased her again. ?? "Look at the Chair," she ordered. ?? I turned my head toward the side of the roomand heard the quiet sound. .and to me. Your soft whispers punctuated the still air, studded with low moans of desire. I felt like joining you.The kiss was memorable...a hand slammed into your chest to drag you up to me. It was a release of pure want, a final giving in to my own sense of morals and reluctance. The kiss was all lips and tongue and teeth...the first time you or I had ever kissed another woman. It was sensual...the lingering feeling of you being dragged to me was hanging heavily in the air, lighting. "My father's Italian, remember?" His father, Frank Ramirez, was the last coach of our team. He was expelled from school, after someone had caught him shagging a student, then our current coach was hired. Jared had a good point, his father IS one helluva hairy man! "And MAN, am I smelly. Gotta use the showers," he said. I took a quick sniff of my armpit and said, "Yea bro, before it's getting too stinky in here. I'm really smelly as well" Without me even noticing, he approached me, put one.