You feel a twinge of guilt at having drifted apartfrom them this year, but they've been so busy that you're pretty surethey don't hold it against you.... Still, in the first place, you decidedto stick around for senior year instead of buckling down and graduatingearly mainly for them, and since you'll all geographically dispersesoon after graduation, you try to reconnect as much as you can as thesemester comes to a close.You're in 'little mode' one day when an exciting idea for this occursto you.. I did not sleep the next two nights. On Saturday our train left New Orleans in the morning. I slept until we reached Georgia. Our destination was Charleston, from there, I drove with four guys in a Honda Odyssey obfuscated with luggage, two kegs and six hundred hours of music east on US highway 16. By dusk on Sunday we were drunk on Hilton Head Island. The island’s high schoolgirls were mostly tan and local. They averaged sixteen years old. But they did not drink. Nobody had sex. But the girls. Her breasts were full and firm, playing with her already hard nipples I placed one in my mouth softly sucking on them on teasing, flicking it with my tongue as I fondled her other breast. I couldn’t take it anymore I needed to be inside this Greek Goddess once more. Leading her towards the bed I stripped my left over clothing while Tamara laid down on the bed finding a comfortable position, placing a couple of pillows to support her back, laying on the bed she was a sight to remember.I followed. " "What, Stan?" "A queer...you are a queer, a fag homo." "And, what about you?" "I'm no queer." "No? Well, what about this?" I reached out and gently rubbed the front of his pants, marvelling at the hardness and the heat I felt through his jeans. "I am responding to a sexy girl, not a guy. But, you... you dress like a girl, and get turned on by a guy. You are the only queer here, Karen." His words hit me like a slap in the face. What he said was true. I felt on the.