His stubble teased my labia. My clit throbbed against him. I whimpered. Imoaned. It was so good. "Yes, yes, yes, Clint!" I gasped, the locker rat...ling behind mysquirming body. "Oh, my god, eat me! Eat your sister's cunt! Such astud!" My head banged back into the locker. I whimpered as the rapture peakedin me. Clint feasted on me. His tongue fluttered through my petals. Helapped up the juices flowing out of me. He stared up at me while Beckywatched us. I felt her eyes staring at. From the moment she stepped foot in the building, he couldn't takehis eyes off of her. And why would he? She was gorgeous, beautifulbeyond belief. For the first time in his life, Bob finally hadmotivation: to get in that girl's pants! Shallow, yes, but motivationnonetheless.And his hard work - a result of the motivation - paid off. The twomanaged to hit it off, in more ways than one. Soon, after they'd beendating for almost 5 years, Bob proposed to Jessica and they got married.You would think. .. thank God it's acid! If it was pot my eyes would be red. He looks for a long time."Yeah." He does? Great." Oh yeah! "Thanks for checking. Bye, now."Mr. Ott said, "It's been a long winter and a rainy, wet spring. You been stuck in the house a long time?" Yup. Cabin fever. We just had to get out of the house."Cabin fever is something everyone who lives in snow country understands. I don't drive ... it's dangerous in the winter. I don't get out much ... and it's six blocks to work so I. I have an apartment, provided by 3Sigma where I’m officially an ‘engineering assistant’, giving me and Derek a place to call our own. I have a car. I have friends beyond measure.I’m twenty-three now. I need a mate. I don’t need, in the delicate terminology of some of my contemporaries, a fuck-toy or a friend with benefits. I sit at the table on Saturday evening in the community pavilion and I see couples. I see them and I think of Mom and Dad and I think ‘Tara, you deserve no less than that..