“It just seems...”“Trite? Cartoonish? I didn’t name it that. It just came out of my mouth that way.”“Hey, calm down. You can call it anyth...ng you want to. You earned that right.”Now the boy who had so recently - and without knowing it - plucked the strings of her libido, was telling her to calm down. It was as if their roles had been reversed.She went to stand in front of him.“Bobby,” she said.He looked up. She hadn’t realized his eyes were so deep, so liquid, so brown.“Bobby,” she said. My last night and I had given up hope of getting a wild island fuck when my host, Aunt Maybelle, a plump woman of 70years told me that her grand daughter was coming over from the island of Tobago for the labour day weekend and she had asked her to take me to a house party that same night. My flight was scheduled to leave at 8am in the morning and I was not sure I wanted to spend a night out partying before I got drunk and missed my flight but I did not want to be rude so I told Aunt Maybelle I. Hopefully, she'd be tucked up in equine bliss with James.I steered Lena to a small booth while I went to the bar for our drinks. I came back with a white wine for me and a vodka and tonic for Lena, and I scattered a few packets of crisps and snacks on the table. We sat contentedly sipping our drinks, eating our snacks and idly chatting about everything and nothing. I felt totally relaxed and an overwhelming sense of calm. Being here with my sweet Lena like this, was idyllic. We'd been sitting. I mean, sure, I’m a Sophomore now, but otherwise it’s all the same. How about you?”“It’s a huge change, especially the amount of homework. I used to do my homework mostly during study hall. Now I have a study group that meets for five hours four or five nights a week, and that probably won’t be enough time.”“Whoa!”“I barely have enough time for everything because of work, so I had to drop karate at least for my Freshman year. I just don’t have the time.”“Bummer. How’s Jocelyn?”“If all goes.