If she were a date my own age, I knew how I would interpret those signals. But she was Mary. Perfect, proper Mary.It was do, or die. It was maybe you ...in if you do take the chance, or certainly you go home and masturbate in frustration if you don't take the chance. "Here we go," I thought. "Time to charge the ramparts, my lads." Mary?," I broke the silence. She looked at me expectantly, wondering what I was going to say. "Would you be offended if I tried to kiss you?" No, Bill. I wouldn't be. “I fucking love you, Chuckles. The rest of the world is garbage, but you are awesome."After setting him down, I opened a can of food for him, which he busily ate while still somehow continuing his purring. While Chuckles stuffed his fat little face I walked into the next room, stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower.The hot water fell in a torrent and cascaded down my body, after a few minutes I was finally beginning to feel relaxed. As I just started to lose myself in the sound of. The second we got in the door coffee was the last thing on my mind. I grabbed him and threw him up agents the door and kissed him, he responded by shoving his tongue in to my mouth. Man those lips are just as good as I imagined. I ran my hands up under his shirt and could feel a set of rock hard abs. He then all of a sudden spun me around and picked me up and carried me to the sofa. There he threw me down and kneeled before me and pulled off my blouse over my head. I jumped off the couch and. At lunch, I walked into the room, flustered over my quiz performance. I looked over at Heather and sat next to her, striking up a conversation.“Hey Chris! How’d the quiz go?”“Oh, I did great. It’s just, well, every answer I knew, when we—you know—““Fucked.”“Yeah, when we did, every answer I wrote down, the hornier I got. It was sorta distracting.”“That’s not exactly all bad. The point is for you to know more answers by motivation.”“Ah, I see. Well, I was well-motivated, thanks to you.”“Same..