I stayed the weekend at her house, in her bed, and mostly, in her. I acquired a steady girlfriend who was soon asking me for oral sex all the time, she just said that I knew a pussy better than any guy she had ever known. I remember when I was younger, maybe eight or nine, that when I was at our friends’ house, usually watching TV, Debra and her friends would be in the living room making out with their boyfriends and girlfriends and that, sometimes, one or more pairs might disappear into one of the bedrooms but the real import of the situation was lost on me at that age. And here we were, both of us, driving, pushing, jamming our bodies together tightly into one intimately-joined union, me, pushed deep inside her, linking us at life’s most tender and passionate moment.
