"Oh. Well, er, cool! I--I kinda likeyou that much too." She whirled to me. "No, you mustn't! You're a macho jock. I'll ruinyou!" "How?" I aske... and she looked skittish and turned for the door but Iheld her elbow. "How can liking you ruin me, Stacey? That makes nosense!" "I can," she glumly said with a sigh. "If --if someone finds out aboutme, you'll be screwed." "What do you mean?" "You're a jock and hang around jocks, not--not other kinds of boys." "What other kind of. Commminnng... commmmminnnnnng."Garth lifted both my legs up and put my feet on his shoulders. He started pistoning his cock in and out of my now even more lubricated pussy, working it in and out as fast as he could move. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried to the base, all the way into the very deepest parts of me. It swelled up, I mean I could actually feel it expand my pussy as it swelled, and then it jerked and just seemed to explode. A hot jet of his sperm shot out and filled my pussy,. Then I would be in Shit Street.Martin let the subject drop again. It was while Jo and I were doing our callisthenics in bed that night that she suddenly said to me, "You know, Kirsty asked me a strange question tonight."Now as I said, I'm not fucking dumb. I knew full well what Jo was going to say next! But, I had to ask. "Oh, what was that, dear?" She asked me if I thought that Martin was sexy." And you said?" I said I thought he was quite handsome. But not as handsome as you."Oh yeah, and I. He cowers below the level of the window, and then peeps out into the night. The poker scrapes on the wooden floor. He looks towards the Irish coast, hoping to see the distant glow of the towns across the bay. Because what he wants now, is human contact. He wants to feel that someone will protect him, will come for him. But he knows there is no such person. He knows in his heart that won’t happen. He sinks into his chair again. He feels exhausted, drained. He feels weak. He feels now that.