It was cold and empty - a symptom of the crisp late autumn air, the kind of weather that turns your breath to steam and your extremities into fumbling...appendages that lack grace. The top deck of the bus was barren bar myself and several discarded newspapers, the windows thick with condensation from the body heat of departed commuters, drops of water running rivulets down the glass-like beads of sweat between your lover's shoulders.I thought about how your fresh sweat would taste. That first. .. this was sort of what we could afford. He turned to face Oliver just as they reached the hallway leading to the bedrooms. "About a year ago, my dad left. First he quit my mom. Then he quit me and my sister... and he took everything with him." Frank momentarily glanced away from the hazel eyes studying him, feeling uncomfortable. The admission was harder than he expected. "I don't know why he got tired of us, you know? I thought he was happy. My mom calls it temporary stupidity. She says one. My hand brushed hers and made a slow, deliberate ascension along her forearm and passed her elbow where my fingertips could grace to the soft parts of her flesh where the joints met. Cupping her shoulder I dared the first kiss and drank of her lips as if they were ripened fruit. My breath failed me as if being expelled to make room for the passion that was swelling within me. When she returned the kiss I was filled with her breath, exchanged for my own and we collided as one. Her hands on me. As they stood there kissing and feeling eachother they were all in a different World. Both boys were hoping to go as far as possible, as for the girls, well they were not sure what they would do but they knew that the boys would be happy with a least a hand job and they were more than happy for the boys to give them some fingering. The boys were happy to move their hands and start probing the outside of the girls pussies through their underwear and the girls had started rubbing the boys now.
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