There may be something that disallows this though. I will have to check the regulations." The only thing that worries me," Rebecca told me, "Is the fa...t that you will be going to university a year ahead of me. Well maybe worry is not the word I am looking for, perhaps I should just say, that I don't want a year away from you, even if you come home as often as you can." I am not too keen on that myself," I told her, "But I don't see any way round it unless I spend two years acclimatising to your. "Ahhh... what the hell?" you mutter, leaning forward to peer out the window at the dark, deserted street, sparkling with jewels of false hope after the evening's short rain."We're here." We're where, exactly?" Club." I do not see any damn club!"I lean forward and point out the window at a sign across the street. Sporadically lit by a border of blinking blue lights, its faded paint reads 'DUKE's FREE HOUSE: Beer, Blues, Best Fried Chicken.'"When you said you were taking me out to a club, I. "Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked excitedly. I was taken a little aback by just how forward she was right off the bat. Judging by the giggles, murmurs, and inquiring looks that followed, this was a question most of them were planning on asking."Uh, well, no. I mean, I had a girlfriend or two in high school. But I don't have one now."That was a bit of a lie. When I was in high school... lets just say that I was one of the boys parents warned their daughters about. I smoke and drank and. I knew what I was supposed to do, get it in my throat. What I did not know was that this was not something every girl can do. I was positive I was not trying hard enough and worried he would not enjoy what I was doing unless his cock was in my throat. My ignorance and determination must have been why I was finally able to do it. I forced myself to take it all. Nothing at that moment meant more to me than hearing Greg tell me I was good at it. When his cock was hitting my throat and I heard him.