That someone could've been me, but I dumped her one night. I'd had enough of her spoiled brat theatrics. I left her seething in the parlor of her soro...ity house and went to the dorm. I'd only been in my room a few minutes when there was a rap on the door. When I opened it, she stormed into the room."You bastard! Nobody dumps me," she snapped.She stood on tip toes to slap me and I made no effort to stop her. The slap resounded like thunder. She looked like she expected me to retaliate, but I. You are such a good cocksucker. Dirty little slut aren't you!” It wasn't a question. That's what I was to him. Sitting in a cubicle in the men's toilet, my lips covered in cum with my lipstick smeared, I guess that's what I now was. A dirty cocksucking slut!“Suck my cock clean, baby. I don't want cum on my suit.” Suddenly I was “baby”. Now that he'd shot his load and had his way with me, now he was using terms if endearment! Not that he meant it as endearment. To him, no doubt, “baby” was what. I watched as her tongue rolled back into her mouth, as if she’s just licked an ice cream cone. “Mmmmm” she moaned. “I can still taste her on you.” She grinned. “She tastes good.” I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips down around my cock. She took the hint, and sucked hard on my cock as I pushed her head down. Her cheeks puckered in as she sucked, bobbing her head up and down. “Fuck that’s good” I moaned and leaned my chair back, looking down as my sister sucked my cock. ’ He brushed the snow off her hat before ashing the cigar. ‘And wherever we go in life, however far or however much things change, you’ll always be in the back of my mind. We are but a handful of dust, each grain a year of our lives. No, not of our lives, but of our youth. To which we forget. And yet, only remember as the best. To the very contradictory paradox of death. And when we forget ourselves, and meld to another. The precise moment of contact and bond, to where we realize the other is.