You were next door and Mom and Dad were just two rooms away and I didn’t want you all to hear.”“Mark? Then you must have been what, 17?”“No,...16. When I was 17 it was Jerry Carmo. Him and me fucked like crazy in the back of his pickup, he had that shell on it and inside it was like a bedroom.”“Did you make noise?” I asked jokingly.“No, and that bothered him, he wanted to hear how great he was as loudly and wildly as I could but he wasn’t really that good, I kept waiting for him to ask what would. She blamed her brother Harold for almost everything but lately her stories were met with skepticism because her brother was studying to be a priest and went to confession every morning telling all his sins and sworn to never tell a lie. Amanda knew that in almost every “He said, she said” scenario, she would come out the big loser due to a lack of trust.When the opportunity came to go to the town market and make some purchases for her mother’s kitchen, she jumped at the chance and even ran. " I stated "Or I can help you."Slightly puzzled, she looked up and nodded. "Climb on to the bed, and get on your knees" I said. And she did without hesitation. I motioned her to the edge, and on the tall bed, her chest was right at my face. The merry widow I made her had two small buttons in the front that held the top together, I undid them, and folded the silken fabric away to reveal two hard and perfect pink nipples, like her mother, hers were small in diameter, but with the nipples sticking. It was my first time drinking hard liquor (I'd had beer in high school) and it turns out I like the taste of vodka with cracked pepper in it.So there I stood, sipping my ten ounces of peppered vodka and listening to two college seniors discussing the relative merits of deconstructionist theory, when I noticed the woman who was standing next to me. I had to look down a bit. She was only five feet five inches tall. Her hair was reddish, but not like mine; hers was a darker, more burgundy-ish.