Liz pulled back a bit, her dark eyes looking into his, looking down at his lips, then back. They came together, her lips kissing his. A peck at first....Followed by another. Lips smacking. The third time she parted her mouth and he parted his. He felt her tongue dart into his mouth, and he followed suit. They were breathing heavily now as they french kissed on her couch, his girlfriend passed out in the other room downstairs. Liz's hand trailed down the front of his body to his crotch, and she. She had been my childhood sweetheart for many years. I had not seen her since a church function during Christmas holidays two years earlier that we had both attended with our families. Mandy had been voted both Most Popular and Best Looking by my senior class. In fact she had been an icon of my senior class, having also been Homecoming Queen, a varsity cheerleader, and drama star in our school plays. No doubt she was one of the best known people in town. After our senior year in high school. Me: Where? Him: New Mexico Me: Are you here now? Him: No. But I will be in NYC next week. I am there about three or four days every month. Me: OK. That's cool. Why are you here so often? Him: Business. And meet cool guys like you. :) Me: Good answer. Ha! Him: Tell me more about yourself. Maybe I should go first. Me: OK. Why? Him: Get this out of the way--I'm married. Me: To a man or a woman? Him: To a woman. Me: Oh Him: We can stop sending messages now if you want. Me: No, that's OK. Just. I wasn’t sure if he’d go so far as to let me penetrate him; I remember that even in the old days he had trouble adjusting; he was always eager to fuck me, but he grew anxious when I suggested we try it the other way round. We actually did try it a few times, but the experience for him was generally unpleasant, lube or not. I was fiercely determined to ask him if he’d make an exception this time alone. I was, after all, giving him thousands of dollars, practically my life savings. I returned,.