Girls never noticed him, and the guys either laughed at him, or tried to force him to do their homework. It wasn't that he liked being alone--he was a...red-blooded teenage male, after all--but he didn't seem to have many options. Barring a miracle, he was beginning to feel his books and games would continue to be his only real companions until he was done with college at least.He paused his morose musings as he caught sight of a small glint out of the corner of his bright blue eye. Squatting. He was surprised, of course. He’d been so careful to be polite and cautious around her that he wasn’t being himself. ‘I asked him, what he would do if he didn’t worry about what she might think, and he said he didn’t know, but he would probably ask her what she liked to do most. Well, that’s when I told him that when my daddy was still alive, they used to go out to a roadhouse on route 84 and just dance the night away. Hell, you’d have thought I’d just told him he’d won first prize at a head. Not being able to hold out any longer, I pulled the hem of her nightgown up to her waist exposing her nicely trimmed black bush, beautifully dappled with light specks of grey. I felt like burying my face in it then, but I resisted, as I had a more urgent cock need. The hair munching could wait for later or the next day.I quickly slipped out of my boxers and rolled over, up on top of her. She raised her knees and spread her legs in anticipation of my intrusion, and the promise of satisfaction. She was nothing like me, she was loud and outgoing and talkative, and somewhat overpowering. But I saw the way he looked at her. He had this unforgettable gleam in his eyes whenever she spoke to him or held his hand, and the awe in his face when he touched her bulging tummy was haunting. ‘It was supposed to be me…’ I knew I had thought it a million times. It wasn’t fair. I had always loved this man, even through all the hell he put me through. It made me angrier. I wanted more answers. I wanted.