" I do still love you, Tina. A fact that causes me a lot of problems. You don't just stop loving somebody because you find out it isn't the same for t...em. If I could find a way to just like you, I'd be a whole lot happier with things. There should be some way to regulate feelings, so each side has the same level of emotional investment." I care about you more than you think I do. I was very happy with how we were together, back when we really were together. A lot happier than I am now, that's. It was eight years later that I walked into the Student Union cafeteria as a nineteen-year-old freshman and sat down at a table. I hadn't been there a full minute when a good looking redhead sat down across from me. She looked a bit familiar and I was trying to place her when she grinned at me and said, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."It was Matty. We skipped afternoon classes and got reacquainted. Michael was also attending the same college and he and Matty were sharing an. She laid back on the leather sofa in our living room, holding her knees apart with her hands, watching me as I slurped her labia into my mouth one at a time."Unnnghh, baby that feels so good..." she said, the air seemed to squeeze it's way out of her lungs as she huffed and groaned in rhythm with the strokes of my lips across her pussy. It's hard to describe the power of the lust I felt to take her into my mouth when it came over me. All the fragrances and flavors, the softness of her lippy. He is going to spend his seed in ropes across his belly. My voice is jarring in the intimate stillness: ‘STOP.’ His eyes fly open and for a moment he looks confused. ‘Take your hand away lover, now, stop touching yourself.’ A frustrated groan, and he complies. His hips continue to twitch and his cock looks painfully tumescent and shines with pre-cum. His hands ball in fists in the sheets and a growl, an actual growl, escapes from between his teeth. I am content to wait. He realizes he is not.