Believe it or not, we were still able to be friends afterwards. Back to the mixer. During the course of the evening, Rachel came up to me and asked i... I still smoked weed. I knew where this question was headed. She knew me well enough that I probably would still smoke once in a while, and she was right. Rachel's next question however, took me completely by surprise. She told me that her mother, Janet, wanted her to ask me. One moment I thought all is well, no drama this convention, and the. I opened as wide as I could and felt this huge monster trying to have i's way between my glossy red lips.I gagged at the size, my jaw was almost aching. I knew I could not deep throat this huge thing. I tried to suck as best as I could and there was another loud moan.Then he suddenly came. The first spurt hit my throat with power and then another. I could hardly swallow before a further burst of semen flooded my mouth. He pulled slightly away from my mouth allowing me to catch my breath. I. Our chests are pushing against one another. You feel my rough chest hair on your nipples. My lips reach down to nibble on your neck and ears. You feel my cock inside you pushing deeper. I can feel your legs wrap around mine as you pull me in deeper and deeper. Our hips meet and we thrust toward each other. You tell me “I’m gonna cum” and I thrust inside you again. I feel you squeeze my cock as your body tenses and heaves towards me. One more thrust and I can feel your body begin to. ...Somewhere in time and space a girl is waiting on a corner in Soho. Every stardust-filled breath bringing her closer to him. The one. And so, she waits.And so, I wait. And wonder about her. How finding that story stuck in the pages of a book I examined in the New York Public Library archive room led me to her. How random life can be, filled with microtomed slices of coincidences, that, if compiled, make the difference between a love story and no story whatsoever.I lie here and think about her.