That’s why I was surprised when you invited me to your graduation party. Your moans eventually de-escalated, falling in intensity like a paper falling to the ground, zig zagging, taking its time, enjoying the ride. I figured it was because of the sudden coldness of the air compared to the water, so as not to fluster you I overlooked it. I wondered why. My inhibitions must have been gone at this point, because without even having to think about it, I blurted out “But you are already beautiful, just as you are.”
Then it hit me: this didn’t just come out of nowhere. I wanted your impending orgasm to be the best it could possibly be. At this point, being gentle was the furthest thing on my mind. Your tongue was teasing the head of my dick while your mouth was taking in my shaft. It would be a lie to say that I never noticed you, though. Not you, though. The sun was setting. You said, “cheers”, and we clanked the bottles together. We kissed and felt up each other some more, and I found myself undoing your
