Their rhythm increased in both tempo and tone until they crashed together following an immense crescendo of bodies, sound, and sexual perspiration."Hu...son," she whispered after a minute, trying to catch her breath. "You dirty old man..." That's me," he croaked, seeking to control his breathing again as well."You never cease to amaze me," she crooned. She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, feeling the perspiration adhere her skin to his."You just say that to keep me happy," he said with a. Its black with an orange bill, fitted, and unbelievably comfortable. In the mirror, I perfect the angle so that is somewhat hides the red on my face and I hurry out. Pulling on my favorite sweatshirt out of habit, I flip the hood up over my head and hat, further concealing my injury, and run to the bus stop. I reach the bus stop, but am no further consoled. In fact, Im unbelievably restless. I cant ride the bus, the kids will certainly laugh and comment. I cant call Jay, that would be stupid.. " I turned to Rena and looked at her confidently."In fact, I can prove it to you," I said.Rena snorted."What are you going to do, show me a movie?"I leaned toward Rena and looked right into her eyes."No," I told her. "But I'll make you a bet. Twenty dollars says I can give you a vaginal orgasm."She looked back, both interested and skeptical."So you get to check out my pussy, win or lose."I nodded."Yeah, but you get twenty bucks if you don't come. And there's more." Yeah?" she said. "What?" When. We both skipped classes that day and spent the day in bed, getting to know each other and what we liked. We eventually came out of her room in the evening to have pizza delivered and one of the bottles of champagne. We eventually moved in together for the last year of university and got engaged after graduation. Sandy got a job in a marketing agency in Manchester and so we moved there and were married a year later. I was a freelance copywriter, so I worked from a home office, except for the odd.