Wilson had closed off some of her possible directions.She was pretty sure that she did not want to spend her life working for the movie chain. It was ... good job, with very nice perks, but it just didn't feel like a career. In that way, she was probably a lot like that manager.They passed the time on the way back with small talk. Mandy told her about the company gossip and about her family, and Angel told her about the party.When Mandy dropped her off at home, Angel was met at the door by her. The terrain was all a blur to me. My attention was focused on her. Four feet. My lust beat harder and faster. Three feet. I could reach out and grab the back of her ponytail if I was a dick. I wasn't. Two feet. I was moving up beside her. She glanced at me, face flushed, eyes steamy.One foot. We were practically abreast now. She grit her teeth and put her all into it, a final burst of speed.I matched her.Legs screaming in pain, I pushed through my limits. I smashed them and stretched out in a. I loved his body, and what he let me do to it, and I also loved what he'd done to mine.After camp we met one other time and had a furtive little tryst that although was physically satisfying, was less than what we had at camp. Rob lived quite aways from my house so we just never got back together again after that.The second time I actually had sex was when I was drunk out of my mind on weekend during college and ended up being fucked in the butt by several grad students who thought they were. His entry had been so slow and deliberate that the idea of him actually fucking me seemed ridiculous. But he started moving inside me with smooth strokes that gradually picked up pace. I felt his fingers on my nipples and clit. Stroking me, pulling my body into his, owning me. I arched my back and beat my fists into the mattress as I came the second time. Charles continued to bugger me without pause, each thrust wringing another climax from me. * A short while later I was back at the.