"And ask to hang out! You must have liked it then," I said, challenging. My cheeks were beet red, but so were his. "I liked it, better then kissing an...y other girl." He said quietly, almost to himself. "Would you like to do it again?" I said quickly, inwardly cruising myself for not being strong. I grew aware of how close he was. He was sitting next to me, his light arm hairs brushing mine. I was looking down, still bright red. "Nalla?" he asked tense. "Don't avoid the question," I said in the. . something else... just as innocuous... if you like sports... orbasketball... or TV... if you've ever been fucked... "yew evuh beenfucked... by dudes... Mexican dudes?"... and you try and answer back...just as casually... and nonchalantly... "n-n-no... no... I haven't...and... and I'm not planning to... I'm not that way"... and while you'restill stammering around... for another... even better answer... thesecond one is saying something else to you... "wail den.. Ceily... datmus' mean... dat. Laura swallowed. “Fuck that‘s cool,” said Tom as he watched, glued to the action like it was a porn film. He took his eyes off the action for one moment to see that his cock was fully erect and pulsing all on its own. Laura swallowed. This time she swallowed twice in quick succession. She bobbed her head back slightly and then she went forward to take it in again. Laura swallowed. She needn’t have bothered. “Oh! Fuck, she‘s got it,” groaned Jerry. Tom watched as he saw Jerry pump his arse. It was actually a good deal, the head was empty, all living humans were at the party and would be till late night, I was finger picking my guitar and walking into a beautiful sunset with an even more gorgeous girl following behind. Where shall I go I thought. The beech? The Forest? The meadow? Damn this place is romantic I though. I did. I knew the best place, I went all the way to the end of the pensula where there was a small run down gazebo that had been build 30 years before by my parents.