Cord saw Diane looking at the other couple and said, "They seem to have things under control." Mmmm," Diane, sighed, returning to his embrace, "And so... do we." Christ, I want to fuck you!" Cord whispered, suddenly, fervently. "And I want to do it here, right now!"Diane remembered the lewd, obscene spectacle of the two of them on the tweed couch yesterday, and hoped she would lose herself in the same wild, frenzied passion as she had then. The thought of being loved by Marc there, in the living. Let me today tell you my first encounter which I had with one of my seniors at the school.(18 at the time )I was sent to one of the best schools in Visakhapatnam / Vizag. As I got promoted to the 11th grade I met one of my seniors from the 12th grade for the first time. Her name was Alisha. She was around 5’6 inches tall, well built and I cannot be too sure about the structure as it’s been a long time now. She had a fair complexion and her hair was as smooth as shown in the shampoo adverts. I. Wiseass. His warm-up pants were more practical than mine: long nylon zipper from ankle to waist. Where does one buy something like that? I wondered.His muscles rippled under the skin as he pulled his shirt up. He was bare-chested under the sweatshirt, and I had a chance to admire the broad smooth planes of his muscular olive back from close range. His maleness, like the lion's, oozed from his skin, I could smell them both. He caught me staring at him and smiled. Self-confident bastard. We. Never mind I also had a broken collar bone, he complained in his native tongue apparently about how hard it was to reduce and he pulled some more. My hand was turning blue with no circulation due to his strong grip. When I finally mentioned he looked perplexed and frustrated but kept pulling. Finally he felt I had apparently a normal shoulder positioned as it was intended, put me in a sling and sent me on my way without instructions concerning anything. I went home and my body continued to hurt.