I went to the next room to get a beer and I watched some television in the living room. After 30 minutes, I was interrupted by a knock at my door. I o...ened the door and Martha was standing in front of me. She didn’t say word and showed no emotion. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed, facing Martha. She opened my robe and let it drop to the floor. Now I was completely naked. Martha then took a pillow and knelt in front of me. She had still not spoken a word. “Harder! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Connor! Oh! Connor! Connor!” I came so hard I could barely breathe. When the fugue of my climax finally faded, I looked up into my lover’s incredible blue eyes and realized—with abject horror—what had just happened. I’d called out another man’s name during sex. Sex with the guy I was about to marry. ****** SHANE ****** I was raising my voice again, though I didn’t mean to. “You told him we should all be ‘comfortable’ around each other? What does that even mean?” “I. ‘Let me feel you through them.’She pushed my shoulder against the headboard. This meant the reading light above us highlighted one breast. Anna covered it with her mouth. Her tongue churned. I watched my nipple respond between glimpses of her glistening tongue. She tucked her hair behind her ear; probably so I could see better.Her hand drifted to the waistband of my panties. She began to rub in a circle – vague at first, more definite on each rotation, her fingers pressing.I couldn’t think of. It was back in an era when it was legal to drink at eighteen and I looked every bit of that and then some. I was rarely carded. My grades suffered and I ended up with a 2.6 GPA for the first semester. Dad called me up and read me the riot act.I got in with some hippies that were living off campus and I discovered the joys of cannabis smoke and speed. I really got strung out and my grades went all the way down to a 2.1. I at least completed all of my classes. I got several C's and one B. Dad was.