"He didn't speak but indicated with a head shake that I should ask. He wastired of the silent chess game that he had started."When I was young, there ...as not much difference between boys and girls,but today it's night and day. What is it like growing up in this betterenvironment."The smile that crept across his face indicated I was on the right track.The look in his eyes informed me he was thinking of a girl in particular."Tell me about this girl you have on your mind."He started to withdraw. "Randy ... please? Make love to me?"What could I say to that? I shook my head, then conceded by smiling warmly, getting a mirrored smile in return."If you insist."She stood and held her hands out to me, and I rose to pull her into my embrace. I stroked her back unhurriedly, enjoying the closeness I felt for her as much as the warmth of her body.We were familiar lovers, knowledgeable about each other's passions in the bedroom. But we'd been lovers with boundaries before. Knowing those boundaries. This story is loosely based and greatly inspired by the song Winterborn by the Cruxshadows. I’m not usually into Grunge Rock but I’ve been haunted by their song for over a year. I just had to write a story incorporating the ideas told in this song. You can see the video and hear the song on YouTube. And in the fury of this darkest hourWe will be your lightYou’ve asked me for my sacrificeAnd I am Winterborn (by the Cruxshadows) ********************* Dillon Gallagher had been a 20 year old junior. " Colette sucked my earlobe into her mouth and gave it a quick nibble. My falling member started gaining steam again as they both laughed. "Mark, what's the matter?" Jen asked, sitting back up on me, exposing herself pretty much completely to both Colette and me. I could see the root of my recovering manhood barely visible at the apex of her crotch. Colette was leaning over the back of the couch, her head next to mine, she had the exact same view. I had no idea how to respond, this was.