I met him after he dated one of my best friends. Ever since I had met him, I planned on doing him. Jackson was a blond with blue eyes, as was I, and w...s a hell of a kisser. He was one of those guys you know would give you a good time. After he and my friend broke up, we started talking a lot more, almost everyday. Jackson was sort of a bad kid though, and did a lot of things he probably shouldn't have. He would always joke about us having sex, but the more we talked about it the more serious we. Maybe once or twice a week Patty would crawl with me into bed, where we would both get what we needed. She was a great fuck, however it was clear to me that we were not in love. Maybe in lust, maybe just horny; who knows? We were on the second floor. Just outside my window was a house below us. I could see down into the kitchen from the balcony outside my room. At night I would often go and sit outside and have a cigarette. There was never any sign of life next door. Then one night while I was. I spoke my leaving and drove away. I should have asked about Tristram but wasn’t bothered. He’s such an arrogant know-it-all prick.I was a bit late getting to Cath’s, evident by her and Jenny anxiously peering out of the front windows. They both rushed out to meet me, my sister telling me she was due on Ladies Circle railway trip to Bath that hadn’t been cancelled and wouldn’t be back till about five at best. The ray of light that is Jenny climbed in the car and off we went. The chat flowed. She’d never actually seen it, or been to court… her father kept his beloved daughter well-sheltered. Smiling as they talked she began to really relax and enjoy his company. He was just as interesting – if not more so – than the men who came to her father’s keep, and was genuinely interested in her rather than just talking to her for show. It was a wholly different experience and the afternoon hours wiled by pleasantly, as she laughed at his jokes and even made a few of her own. Hands reached.