I handed over the key. In a flash, he was gone. Interesting.Later that evening, I brought Dawne to an earlier than usual oral climax, and then told he... I had some work to do. She dreamily extracted a drawn-out french kiss before I could depart. I washed my face and body before silently leaving by the back door. Without a key, I was forced to knock and wait at my own apartment door. If no one was here, I could always pay a visit to by history teacher down the hall.I heard a rustle of clothing. ‘Yes. That’s right, sort of. You know about it?’ ‘Not really. Just heard about it,’ she replied in shy delight, his unexpected grin warming her from head to foot. She had opened the floodgates. They managed to find time nearly everyday before or after class to speak about everything from religion to fads, his eyes fixed on her face as they sat on the grass. She was excited by everything he said or did, wanting to go further than just talking. Yet, she felt a little self conscious of her wild. ”“Playing Killer Instinct over and over until you beat Shadow Jago on extreme difficulty man...”“I beat him though didn’t I? Six hours well spent. That shit was hard though.”“I guess finger control’s just as good as using a chainsaw.”“Hey you knew what you were getting into the day you bent over the table at the beach, faking an ankle sprain so you could lure your brother away and seduce him...”“I didn’t have to try very hard,” she said as she washed the soap off of her and let some of it rinse. If she were to pass him in a store she would just keep walking. But she looked closer and began to see tiny lines around his eyes, lines formed from years of laughter if she were to guess. They were around the corners of his mouth as well. She considered his rough hands and his deep tan. These weren’t earned from time spent behind a desk. She gave him one more assessing look. His feet, also sans socks, were protected from the rough dock by a beat up pair of navy tennis shoes. She looked into.