He walks towards me as I take in more of his naked body, my eyes linger over his thighs, sleek and powerful as they bring him towards me.He crawls ont... the bed over me, bringing his face close to mine. A soft kiss and then he cuddles into me, his head on my chest as he lowers his body onto mine. The weight of him is oddly comforting. I can feel his manhood resting on my leg. I run my hand down his strong back arousing a small moan. I continue my single handed massage as I feel him starting to. "Okay now, let's race!" I demanded. "First backstroke, then breatstroke("You have the advantage, with those breasts!" he hooted) and finallyfreestyle. On your count!" "3-2-" said Matt and dove in. I expected him to cheat a little, healways did, so I was right after him. We did four laps, and although hisback and shoulder muscles were much stronger than mine, I nearly caughtup with him.But then we went into the breast stroke, and my form was much betterthen his. He could never coordinate his. He had to find somewhere else to keep her, somewhere safe. He popped the top off of another beer, it wasn’t supposed to be this way. Why did she have to run away. She was his. His DAMN IT! Why couldn’t she see that. He had thought at first that if he couldn’t have her then nobody would, but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t kill her. He loved her. Why did she make him hurt her. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t have a choice. She was always like that, doing things to make him hurt her.. We were both eighteen.After laying down for five minutes or so, I sat on the edge of my bed, just a foot or two from Austin’s bed. I just sat and watched him. I knew I wanted him – I absolutely craved him, but I wasn’t sure how to go about coming on to him.After probably ten minutes of sitting on the edge of my bed, I got up and scooted over the foot or so, and sat on the edge of Austin’s bed. I doubt that he was asleep, and he likely felt me taking a seat on his bed, but there didn’t seem.