" Yeah, but you have to admit it is hard not to stare," I leered, openly ogling her."Oh please, if I wanted compliments I'd go talk to the newbies." Y...ah, I mean we're so much more mature now after three days at camp." Whatever," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "So have you found your mentee?" Not yet," I replied. There was something about her voice that warned me to be cautious."Well, she's the girl with the short, straight, brown hair just over there." Hmm," I murmured, following the direction. Even among the especially vicious gossip of teenagers, i****t was simply to outrageous to imply. We were drunk, lost in each other, forgetting to pretend for our audience. Flesh and flesh, his hard dick against my stomach, he nuzzled into my neck, a love lost in my scent. My clean sweat. Pulling my hair. I stumbled on my unsteady legs, exhausted from alcohol and dancing. Brevet caught me and I saw that thing in his eyes. A flash as he let his guard down, then hooded again.“lets go home Bron…” ,. My mom suggested a movie night which we did occasionally, and I agreed. It sounded nice to get back to something familiar. She poured herself a generous drink, and let me have a tiny bit in a glass since too much wouldn't mix well with my pain meds. We settled in on the couch and my mother scooted close but didn't cuddle up on me as she normally did for fear that she would hurt my hand. We decided to resume the show Normal People which we had started recently together. I was enjoying the show,. “No sex! I don’t think so. Blossom and I are doing just fine. YOU two are out of our bed until YOU get your acts together.”KABOOM! I didn’t plan for this. Lynn, Erin and I were going to stop making love. We were going to stop having sex. We were going to stop fucking. We were just going to just stop. Maybe that is what was needed. Maybe I needed to wake them up. I made a plan. It was a great plan, but you know all the things they say about plans.Man plans, God laughs. No plan out lives first.