The face in the mirror was that of an attractive 33 year old woman.Specifically, the face of Diane Shepard... his best friend's mom. Shehad dark eyes ...ith long lashes, long brunette hair and skin that lookedas if it always had a light tan, courtesy of her half Hispanic heritage."Oh man," he whispered to himself, gently touching his now fuller lips.Then he reached for the earrings, finding the fact that he had metalthrough his ear rather strange. "This is weird." At the same time heknew that was. I could only imagine what she was feeling right now. I wondered what it was like to have a man's sperm inside of you.I did something then that I hadn't done since I was much younger. I slid my underwear down just under my cheeks. I lay on top of my erection, feeling the pressure it put on my prostate inside. I focused on that deep, itching feeling, imagining it was something else, and then I reached back with my fingers, and spread my legs just a little...And I thought of what she had whispered. "It's no the library...it's just...I've always liked the idea of having sex in, you know, weird places." He mumbles, averting his eyes. He's clearly uncomfortable about opening up about this."What, like a fetish?" I ask gently.I feel him shift his weight. "I guess. I know it's weird, but I've just always liked to think about having sex in different places. Like work, or the park. I don't actually want to be watched, but the idea that anyone could stumble onto it is...exciting." He looks over to. She loved him and she thought she had loved him with all her heart andsoul. She had even given to him her virginity. But as time with Chrispassed, she slowly began to understand that infatuation, once confrontedsometimes dwindles to simple fondness. That is not enough to sustainthe fires of the heart. She suspected he was tiring of her company aswell. She doubted he would ever say anything about it. He would waituntil she went away to college, find another and then, simply no longerbe.