She was sad that they were separated, but felt that he would be happy in the future. That his happiness colored her own sadness was a surprise to her....And she gave a short sigh after a few minutes watching over the sleeping boy.Cutie was dreaming about sex, and about Will and herself having sex. In her dream, their bodies were pressed together and every nerve was tingling. She was so close to an orgasm that she could almost taste it, but it still escaped her body. All those thoughts disappeared. Amber had finished earlier than I had, her grinding had gone well. She started dinner while I finished up. Simple chicken breasts baked in some herb concoction she had dreamed up. We spent some time discussing the fun she had cutting and grinding. She explained what she had learned as if I needed the knowledge. I just liked hearing her talk, so I listened. I was getting really good at listening. Of course, it had never been so enjoyable before. Instead of TV, we played Gin Rummy. Two 100 point. We were both exploring that side of ourselves, but Meg had a boyfriend and still enjoyed sex with him, unlike me, she was still attracted to males. There was one night, during my fourth month of banishment, that most of the other girls had snuck out to go drinking and attend a party, which was being kept very hush-hush around the school. Meg and I weren't attending this shindig, so we stayed in the dorms for the night, drinking, smoking, reading magazines and eating junk food. Whether or not it. The very thought nearly made me cum in his hand. As much as I loved fucking him—and as much as the thought of doing it again turned me on—I knew I wouldn't last more than two or three strokes once inside him, and I was reluctant to waste a good fuck on a hair trigger. "Maybe ... tomorrow?" I suggested, hoping against hope that there would be a tomorrow, that this wasn't just a one-night stand for him. He chuckled again. "When do you head home, did you say?" "In a week." "Well ... then I'd say.