Together we bucked and ground against each other, fucked and writhed, until at last, we were utterly, happily satisfied, and spent.Slowly, we untangle... our sweaty bodies. Gasping for air, I pulled my pants up from down around my ankles. Then I found my shirt and shook the gravel out of it. My jacket I just put over my arm, watching as the blonde got dressed again.Once she was dressed, she sashayed over to me and with a big smile, kissed me one last time. "Here's my number, if you ever want to. Keep growing and live for me. When you’re strong enough, share it with another as I have you.’ I broke again, when his hand no longer clutched at mine, when his eyes would no longer smiled. I would always remember his words, but couldn’t believe how I could ever do them justice. His eyes would haunt me through my dreams and when I would startle back into the depth of night, I would mourn for the lost I would suffer all over again. Oh how the wind howled and battered all around me. I wished it. My heart hit my boots, or would have done if I had been wearing them and I sat bolt upright.“So this is what you get up to when I am at work is it?” I bent to retrieve my clothes. “Stay right where you are, Ben, your already embarrassed so you had might as well be totally embarrassed.” she ordered. My face was burning and my cock was suddenly very limp.“We thought you were on a course.” I said weakly as she sat on the edge of the easy chair in front of us.“I knew something was going on. Last. I didn't eat her pussy this time, and I didn't ask her to suck me either. It was comfortable sex. I don't know what she was thinking about, but I was thinking about whether I should call Emily or not. I wanted to call her, but I thought my calling would represent a backward, retreating, step for me.Afterwards, when Brenda dropped me off at home, I told her I'd decided not to bother calling Emily."I don't want you talking to her anymore either. If she calls you, tell her I'm not interested in.