I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how fit and perfect her body was. Taryn is upstairs minding her own business while we are all downstairs ...rinking. Later in the night everyone starts to head out, and I realize that I am locked out of my house. “Yo Jared, is it cool if I crash here man? I forgot my keys to my house.” “Yea, no problem, you can crash downstairs” he reply's.We stay up to about 2:30 am watching TV and hanging out. Taryn comes downstairs in a pink robe. She was wearing no. My hair remained in a tight bun as his hand tugged against it, loosening it but not enough to cause it to drop. Nothing but the sound of our lips touching and kissing filled the silence. As his hand reached down between my legs I felt a sigh release through my lips. "You're so wet for me already," he smirked into my ear and I sighed, breathing a gasp into his ear and sinking my fingers into his shoulders. With his hands wrapped surely around my waist I arched my back, turning me slowly onto my. They were smiling andkeep looking at each other. After a few looks Mary felt like there wassomething different about Gary this morning. Gary noticed that her smilefaded and she was staring at him. "What's up hon? You're starting tocreep me out with the staring."Mary tilted her head a little and said, "Sorry, you just look differentsomehow. I can't figure out what it is."The smile faded from Gary's face. "Well is it a good different or baddifferent?" he asked feeling a bit dejected and. But there was something needing more urgent attention than my splittingheadache. My right arm was lying trapped underneath my body, and hadlost circulation. I had to move, or it would fall off. That's how itfelt, anyway.I used my left hand to push up my torso from the floor, and then gotfirst one knee beneath me, and then the other. Finally, I managed toget one foot flat on the floor and push myself up so I could sit on theedge of the bed, my right arm hanging limply beside me, my hand.