I watch the other people in the club. Most are my age or just a little younger. I notice River making her way back through the crowd. She seems to fit...right in, almost like she has aged five years over night. She gets stopped almost every few feet and asked to dance. Not always by guys either. As she passes me she leans down to by my ear. ‘I want another drink.’ She stuffs something into my pocket. Taking a sip I lift my lips to her, and the cold liquid is kissed from me. As she sits down, I. I stared for the briefest of moments, but apparently not brief enough; she caught me looking. She smiled; I looked down and moved to the adjacent side counter where the teaching staff got their grub.I took my tray and meandered among the tables to the far side of the cafeteria. I tried not to look back, but I did anyway. That I was embarrassed would not begin to tell the tale. There was a big black guy sitting with her. Probably an athlete by the look of him: tall, well built, and smiling to. I knew she wanted to sleep, so I didn’t hold back. She smiled as I worked madly between them and smiled even more broadly when my first spurt flooded onto her neck and dribbled onto her pillow, seven more spurts following to coat her chest and neck. I wiped her up as she dozed off, smiling at my tribute to her breasts, and was fast asleep by the time I left. Two days later the doctor told me, “Mycoplasm. They’re nasty critters, neither plants nor animals. It’s no wonder your windpipe’s lit up. He thrusts forward, filling her again thrusting in, pulling back as his knees slip on the slick surface. Anri pulling back from the kiss presses her legs out before he pulls them up to his shoulders, each thrust now rocks the mattress. Water slams against the sides of the bed, sweat rolls from their slick skin to the waterbed. Her nails moving down his back as she pulls him down towards her breasts, trying to hold him. A whimper escaping her lips as he pulls back and kneels between her legs.