"Well," I said hesitantly, "yeah, I guess I did." See? You did torch me." He laughed. "Set on fire by a sophomore! Boy, that felt good, let me tell yo...u." He started steering me toward the group he had left to come talk to me."It felt good?" I asked. It was a puzzling thing to say."You betcha. I was way too big for my britches all season long. I was headed for a fall. I'm just glad it happened now, when I was still playing high school soccer. I've got a full ride to the University of Florida. She might as well have said that she wanted love and be done with it. When she’d gotten out of bed this morning, she’d instantly regretted it. It’d been dark and cold and it looked like it was going to stay that way. She was cranky and ready to take it out on whichever of her peons crossed her today. Lots of the assholes that she left in the dust at work confused sex with love, like she had when she was younger. The fools still comforted themselves with the false sense of belonging it gave. Mit einem belustigten Seitenblick bemerkte Maren: „Will dein Schwanz schon wieder in mein reifes Fötzchen?“ Ich lief rot an. „Ähh…“ Maren lachte: „Soso… Dann muss er sich noch ein bisschen gedulden. Frank ist wieder mal arbeiten. Da habe ich mir gedacht, ich gehe mit meinem notgeilen, 25-jährigen Ficker mal ein bisschen Bummeln ins Einkaufscenter. Na, was sagst du? Freust du dich?“ Eifrig nickte ich: „Oh ja, Maren!“ „Tatsächlich? Dann zeig mir, wie sehr du dich freust. Zeig mir deine Latte!“. We started chatting about the game we played and told each other more and more about ourselves. As dull as the game was, we kept coming back, only to chat with eachother.Our chats slowely evolved from casual chit-chat into more serious conversations about our family life (both married with c***dren), about the ups and downs and what we were missing, which in turn turned into some very explicit conversations. At first we talked about our needs, wishes, fetishes and what we were curious to try..