Right before the match started, I received a text fromAndrea saying she needed to see me. I lost the match.That evening Steve and my sister were going...out to the movies with a coupleof Steve's friends from town. I wasn't invited.I met Andrea at the mall. I was really nervous, and wasn't really sure whatto feel. I was hurt and angry, but somehow I still wanted to fuck her, butI wanted to do it real hard and mean. We met at the food court. My stomachwas doing summersaults. I just got a corndog. The library closed at ten and I walked across the quad to the dorm.”She gave Mark a strange look and said, “But I never made it. About half-way there, the clouds opened up and the full moon shone down on me unobstructed.”She buried her face in her hands. “I don’t remember everything. I was vaguely aware that suddenly I was naked. I was also vaguely aware that I was running across campus faster than I had ever run before and that everything seemed to be as bright as daylight. Then I saw the frat. The soldiers, we buried in a glade. Everybody took turns in digging the pit. This was traditional, apparently; I’m not convinced Avril would ever make a good road worker based on her hole digging skills but all mourners help, even the soldier with only one arm dug a shovelful.I also spent a little time looking at and choosing some of the spare weapons. I found a knife which was moderately well balanced, a sword which seemed capable of taking and keeping an edge, and an axe from the Wentos. “What if someone sees us?”“Who cares?” you whisper back.“I do!” I reply, but I know I don’t. The combination of alcohol and arousal overrules my natural modesty and inhibitions, as they always do I’m afraid.And god it does feel nice as your fingers rub against the thin material of my pink panties. You know where you’re going, and it doesn’t take you long to find the little nub of my clitoris at the top of my slit, and start to rub against it. You are pressing tight against me, keeping your hand.