I thought he was just being friendly at first, so I was just being friendly back. We talked about sports, then women, then oddly, sex.We drank for qui...e a while. During the course of the evening I noticed that Frazer would occasionally bump his knees against mine. I thought nothing of it, since the bar was getting crowded.When the noise level went up and it got harder to hear each other, Frazer would lean close to me to talk, putting his arm around me and his hand on my opposite hip when he. No sex. Needless to say it was, primarily, an uneventful time in my life. So imagine my first few weeks of the college experience. More parties, alcohol, and girls than you could shake a stick at.As a result I found myself drifting into the classic college first semester. By midterm I was in serious danger of sustaining a seriously sub-standard GPA.I think my parents had realized what was going on. Over the next few weeks I received an endless barrage of comforting and supporting phone calls. She enjoys being in control of our fucking.It didn't take long for us to reach a mutual climax and after a few minutes of lying in one another's arms, we got up and went to have a shower. As we washed one another off, Sandy almost came again."I wish I could do this every morning" Sandy said."Don't lose that thought", I said, "but let's go and get breakfast."With that we went out and got something to eat. Once breakfast was finished, we took our coffee and went out to the porch. We sat for a. Like the communion cracker and wine that symbolized the blood and flesh of Christ.That was something! She wondered if her parents knew that communion was a magical ritual. Wouldn't they freak if they knew!She shut the door to the cellar while turning the lights on. Opening one of her cabinets, she pulled out the cast iron cauldron she found after more than a dozen phone calls. The dagger was from the knife store. That one had been easy. The handmade broom was harder. She set them on the clear.