It's not even like I feel I need Bridget. I just like her. And she likes me. So far she seems really interested in a friendship with me. Even if that'... all that ever comes of it, that would be fine. I just need to be spending time with someone who actually wants to spend time with me, and who isn't related to all the chaos I've just been through." And you think that person is your little Bridget?" Maybe. And by the way, I'm not sure what you're implying by my little Bridget." I'm not implying. What time is it?” she asked.“Six am,” I answered.She escaped my hands and turned towards me. She had re-gripped and had a firm grasp on my fully extended hard on.“Let’s start things easy, Rich,” she said. “I’ve wanted to put your dick in my mouth since I saw it last night. How about I give you your first blow job?”Right then, with a kiss directly on my dick, I came all over her hand and my dick.“I’m sorry, Jess! I got too excited.”She amazed me by licking it off her hand. After she found it all. A tall, long red haired, dark eyes goddess of a woman. She looked like she was in college, which made me wonder why she was even there. She stared at me, just stared as I looked at her. She was wearing a long skirt, sweater, and had her hair flowing in the wind. Her eyes just never left mine, and for some reason I never left her’s. I just stared and stared.Mike, a fellow back up hits on my side. “Hey, coach is calling for you. Jesus wake up Dylan.” I shook my head, looked over and saw coach. My lips claim his more forcefully than before as he uses me, his finger pressing into me, circling around me, his tongue joining mine in battle as my free hand struggles with the buttons of his shirt, finally releasing it. He shrugs it off, and his jacket, in one easy movement. Releasing me for just a moment, his hands make quick work of the fastenings of his trousers which fall to his feet as I drop, on shaking legs, to my knees."May I?" I reach forward toward the waistband of his underwear,.