I was already dead.I went to my own funeral. My mother tried to justify my death by telling herself and the other mourners that I had had no business ...rinking at my age. I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back row crying over myself, but I couldn't justify my death the way my mother had. I noticed a really cute guy get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I thought for half a second about following him and mentally kicked myself. But then I. I loosened my grip and scrunched down. She turned her head up with a smile on her face and I went in to kiss her. We started to fall and had to straighten out to maintain our balance. We both laughed. "This isn't going to work." Both of us. At the same time."I know." Les got on her bed on her knees, facing me. We were finally face to face. She was so beautiful, glowing and shining and sparkling. I hurt.I leaned closer. She tilted her head back and her lips opened. Now for the moment of truth.. I was around 90% sure that today would all go great, but ... the other 10% had me worried. If this went south on me, I’d take quite a hit on my investment of myself in this budding relationship.Too late to worry.I pulled on some old sweats and took Max out in the cool of the morning.No-one else was about; in the early stillness I even surprised a couple of humming-birds feasting on the nectar-infused dew in some agapanthus flowers that spilled through the neighbor’s fence. That was truly good. It felt like home. “So I have no plans in the foreseeable future that involves fucking anyone else.,” I murmured, distracted by all the new flesh being slowly revealed as her short robe began to drift open. Her large bare breasts were inches away from my face, nipples teasing me, taunting me. “Let me assure you, I am not a one minute man. I know how to knock it out. I know how to take it slow. I know how to fuck it right. And I’m not intimidated by toys as long as I get to touch you and.