I caught my breath. Magic, right? So much power, yet never fullyconfirmed.My fingers brush past the books, feeling the old spines as I walk by.As I lo...k around, I see one book different from the rest. It seemsmore worn; as if to carry the weight of being the cornerstone, ofbeing the book that started the bookstore. There was the presence thatglows from it, drawing me in; pulling me closer like a magnet.Grabbing it, I can barely read the title. Brushing the dust off thetitle, the title glows. Maybe things had gotten out of hand. One experiment, that one experience I had that night at Kara’s place with Darren was probably a mistake. Then letting it happen again, for sure was. I could just chalk it up to the drinks, or being young and wild, but I knew it was more. It wasn’t like he just gave me a blowjob, or even I gave him one, or any one thing that could just be easily explained away. Darren and I left no stone unturned in our lust and exploration of each other’s bodies. That first. And then the two Russians are off, pants half pulled up, rapidly shrinking cocks disappearing with them into the distance - ha, no wonder communism failed. My girlfriend watched them run away made a disappointed groan. I can't believe it. A fucking flying saucer - ball thing - UFO has just landed next to my car and her reaction is mild annoyance that her cum shot is off the menu, I find that so cool.A small section of the ball starts to turn, like it's unscrewing, a screeching, grating sound as. It was over, he'd blown it.He began to think of all the times they'd had together, trying to remember what it felt like when she was still his. He hadn't appreciated that feeling enough when he'd had it, he knew. But now it was too late. Jen hated him.He thought back to one Sunday last fall, when they were watching the football game, lying on his bed. They'd been so stressed last fall, with applying to college. They'd fought a lot, about other things, but mainly it was due to the stress. Both.