I need you. I pull your pants down. You still have your boxers on, stifling and enflaming my need to see you. I need to see your naked arousal- the ar...ousal that I gave you. You push me down on the bed, and you do something you’ve never done to me before, right there on the bed I sleep on every night- my parent’s room right down the hall. The bed I masturbate in, thinking of you. You whisper the words ‘I love you’ into my skin, and I know that you mean them. I whisper them back, little moans. Finally noticing the phone still in her hand she hung it up and with hands on hips she stomped over to me, got in my face and said, “You sneaky bastard!” But when I gave her my best “shamefaced puppy who just peed on the floor” expression she couldn’t maintain. We both burst out laughing and she started playfully pushing on my chest, pushing me around the room. “Okay, smart guy! You wanna watch? Huh? Well, have you seen those bumper stickers on some guys’ cars that say ‘GAS GRASS OR ASS—NOBODY. These things are real, have happened, and have helped me live a very full and adultered life. Hope you enjoy -redd_Growing up on a farm out in the middle of nowhere my closest neighbors were about 10 miles away. On a clear summer day, with our wheat freshly cumming up you could see for miles the next farm over barely visable along the horizon line. That would be the Allendar farm to the North, To the south was the Bazires, Mason's to the west and the Richardson's behind to the East. On. But it was ruined as Lalit puked in the back seat. I thought back to how I got stuck in this.Lalit was 3 years older than me but studied in my class. He was a spoilt dumb bully. The only reason we invited him anywhere was that his family was rich. No brand was too big for his purse. He was a lean shaggy man which clashed with his sports car.Pinky was his girlfriend, my age, and from another college. She was a fair curvy babe. We figured she only spent time with Lalit for his money. One month.