I check the caller ID out of habit, and thelaughter fades as I see his number staring back at me, mocking me. As usual, my timing is off. Immediatel... I call backand am answered with only the ceaseless ringing of the phone on the other end,reminding me that his availability is sporadic at best. I sit among the half-unpacked boxes, suddenly drained. I'm tired, oh-so-tired, both physically and emotionally. It hitsme when I least expect it, and the only thing that seems to help is sleep. So I. ”“Come,” my aunt said and she dropped her nightgown on the floor, in doing so showing me her mature body in its full glory, “it’s about time you got to know the female body.” She sat back down on the couch, completely naked, and spread her legs. In a sultry voice she said to me, “go on and explore, boy.”Hesitantly I looked at her nude, incredibly hot body. Carefully I crouched down and pushed my head between her legs. My aunt put her hands on my head and pushed my face against her cunt. I felt. Glancing at it with irritated confusion, you couldn't see anythingthere, or really even anything close by that could have possibly causethe sensation. You looked about your apartment, lit by the side lamp,shadows looking vaguely suspicious but your rational mind knowing therewas nothing there. Going back to mindlessly scrolling through Facebook,you felt the tug again, only this time feeling stronger. You right armeven moved a little this time. Your heartrate elevated ever so lightly atthis,. ..to that zipper. That zipper that torments me so. Always begging to be unzipped. As I pull it down, you tremble and I realize that your mind must be screaming, “What is he doing?! What am I doing?! This can’t be happening!” Hell, I know mine is! The zipper down, I slip my hands around your waist. Gently urging your pants down. They fall with a soft, ‘thumpf’ to the floor. You are shaking now. The papers you were reading lay strewn on the floor. I reach around you and slowly unbutton your.