"Actually, Wendy..." she purred, "how would you like to try something different tonight, instead of masturbating?" She smiled. "I think you're old eno...ugh for something new ... something very exciting."I was intrigued, to say the least. "Well ... sure. What is it?" I asked, genuinely curious.Still wearing her mysterious smile, she stood, reaching out for my hand. "Let's go upstairs, honey."I followed Mom up the stairs, watching as the movement of her body pulled the thin cotton of the sundress. We sat ona tarp in each other's arms."I think I see now why some many babies are conceived on camping trips," Istated."You think? This is romantic as fuck!" You sounded just like Kris then," I laughed."I did, didn't I? Man, how lucky was I this year? Here I almost didn'tcome to college but I knew I needed to advance in life," Corey said. "I'mnot like you. I bet you've had college planned forever." I have but Kris is the reason I'm here. Fate really has brought ustogether." It sure has and I'm. I asked her in and that’s when we started talking about our exes and life in general. She wasn’t thinking about getting involved and neither was I. A match made perfect. I had used visions of her as fodder for personal release a time or ten, but that's all it had been to that point.Back to tonight. We finished cooking and sat at the table to gorge ourselves on the bounty we had created. It was wonderful. The pasta was al dente and the sauce was light and flavorful. The bread was oiled and. But when I play the same riff that we traded back and forth across the courtyard just before stepping naked into each other's view, she beams with a shy, almost child-like smile. Instinctively her cello responds, matching me note-for-note while adding just a hint of her own syncopation. The magic comes flooding back. She leads and I follow. Almost without noticing how it happens, we trade places, and I toss out the melodies while she harmonizes.At some point, I become aware of the details of.