I take a seat and begin to unpack my things. The girl from the bus walks in, her beautiful long red hair going down hair shoulders, and goes to the te...cher. He points at me, well, more the seat next to me, and she begins to head in my direction. My heart starts thumping, what am I going to say?!? My mind starts going crazy, thinking of what I should say, what I should do. “Hi there, this seat taken?” I voice I hear from afar, it takes me a second to come back to reality. “Wh-What?” I splurt. My father owned this place, and loaned it to us for the weekend. It was substantial, two stories tall with a fully-functional kitchen and four bedrooms. He made quite a bit of money renting it out in the summers for softball tournaments and during the ski season, but for now it was just the two of us. We walked hand-in-hand to the door, and once inside we started making out as we slowly undressed. The drive home had been utterly quiet, both of us simply enjoying our emotional bond and the magic. Like a c***d in a sweet shop my hands were into every crevice, every soft centred sack, after a while, my old dick rose to the occasion once more, and I managed to fill her body in a way I had lost faith that I would ever be able to fill any woman again. We rolled this way, then that, me on top, then her, breasts dangling in my face, nipples stiff, un-refuseable, dark red-brown teats that begged to be sucked, chewed, nibbled. Time meant nothing, she came time and again, small orgasms,. "Fewer still that I... banged the hell out of. " You're a nice guy. " Dana scolded in a firm voice. "Too nice, I think. I know I appreciate you. But you've never really let anyone in. " Last call. " the bartender interrupted mildly and Dana smiled. "Look. " she told Will, wondering at the wicked notion which suddenly popped into her head. "I don't think I want to go home right now. I've never seen your new place. Why don't we go there, okay? " Do... do you want to drive or... ? " Will stammered.