" She said in a low voice, easily trumping what I thought was a great parting shot.When I turned to look at what had caught my coat I saw her hand as ...she spoke her words. My eyes traveled up her body to her face. She had a pouty look with doe-like eyes that only said one thing - SEX. The near 20 years she had on me gave her lots of experience in perfecting that look in conveying just what she wanted."Ms. Smythe, would that be appropriate, for me to visit a woman who lives alone?" I said. And the occasional humanoid,” she advised. “Expect things to go wrong and adapt to any and all situations. You’ll make mistakes, but do not let them get to you, otherwise you’ll fail and be required to re-take the course.”“All the course?” I asked, swallowing nervously.“Depends on how badly you shleck up.”“Damn...”“Oh, losing the battle will not fail you the course, just losing control,” she explained. “Gust has a lot more experience than you, so the chances of you winning are slim.”“Got. And some animals do mate for life.Anyway, my point is that the earthquake that was our sexual awakening did have aftershocks.One of those was when I proposed to her. It was during the sex act, which one of my brothers told me you’re not supposed to do. After those two first tumultuous nights, we more or less forced ourselves to moderate the ‘fucking like bunnies’ thing. Part of that was because we still weren’t using protection. Valerie had been raised Catholic. She wasn’t a ‘practicing’. I rubbed and kissed her breasts and released her bra. She was hesitant, but didn't stop me.I wanted to go further and put my hands down her panties, but my cock hurt from the previous night. What if she let me go all the way with her? What should I do? I lucked out because a car pulled up near us and it was a family coming to watch the airplanes.Vicky quickly fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse. We kissed lightly and I started the car and drove her home. I got out with her and we stood.