I hated to burst her bubble, but I had to be honest. I told her I was on campus waiting for my son who was taking classes at the University.“That’... cool,” she replied, as she took her computer from her backpack and began to set it up on the table.“What do you do?” she asked.I explained that I was a writer for a local newspaper.“I also write short stories for an internet blog,” I added as I sat up my computer.“What type of short stories?” she pressed.“Fictional stuff, mostly,” I replied.“So, do. Well what was happening was my growth spurt was occurring all at once. Shoes and trousers I had only a month would no longer fit, none of my jackets or shirts fitted. It was so embarrassing at school I was always falling over. From being slightly under five tall at my fourteenth birthday to now being six foot five just before my sixteenth birthday. So I kept going to see Louise three or four times during the week and a few hours over the weekend. She did not mind since she was always in her. .” she smirked.Our bodies came together again, but this was not lovemaking — it was pure, primal fucking. And yet, I sensed in the frantic motions of our bodies, pure love, whether it was mutual oral pleasure or simply me pounding hard into her, our mutual, explosive orgasm at the end left us sweaty, gasping for breath, and, more importantly, basking in our love for one another. We lay together, bodies entangled, for several minutes.“I think we need to change the sheets,” Karin giggled. “It’s. ’ Christene said laughing making Cadence look over near the bar, squinting to try to see him through the smoky film inside the building. ‘Man… I wanna screw ‘im… Screw ‘im right here… Ya think he’d let me?’ Cadence slurred, as she giggled making her friend laugh at her inebriated state. Christene helped Cadence up to the bar where she stumbled over to Paul and playfully slapped him on the ass and pretended she wasn’t the one who did it when he turned around to face her. Cadence expected him to.