At first, it played out like you'd expect, me being unable to speak, but she wasn't scared off, amazingly enough. She was so patient, and soon we sta...ted talking about the book and King Arthur. By that time, it was like I was a completely different person. I couldn't not talk to her, as into T. H. White as she was. We hung out for a while, got together several times over the next couple of weeks, and decided to make it official last night." Still can't believe you never told me about her,". If you can release your inhibitions, you might discover parts of yourself you never knew existed.” Amy silently rebuffed her implications. She was not going to fuck any of the guys in here. This woman didn’t know her, and she could control herself. She would prove to her that she wasn’t like those sluts from high school, who’d bang every guy just to be popular. Amy checked her purse and book bag, and walked cautiously down the hallway and through the mysterious curtain. She walked into a large. And as we reminisced about our shared youth, the conversation quickly turned to that of a sexual nature, remembering the many times that we had some fun with each other, and had gotten together. As that conversation continued, we admitted to each other that in all the years since those times, that the memories of our explorations and experiences were still very powerful in their ability to arouse us. I have lived a fairly ordinary life. Dated, got married, raised a couple of kids, pretty much. "You're so smart, big b*o." Then she took a few quick steps forward and slapped me. "But I don't sound that bubbly." Sometimes when I fucked you in the ass your voice got pretty damn bubbly."She turned a little red and quickly glanced down the hall. Our mother was still talking, oblivious. She sighed, and gave me a sidelong glare. "So?"It was my turn to sigh, and I went back to the fridge for a beer. Since our father passed away the year before, my sister and I did our best to visit our mother.