’ On that parting line, she turned around and walked away. ‘Seriously?’ Jason muttered, watching her go. Then, swearing under his breath, he dow...ned the last of his beer and signaled a passing waitress for another. He braced both elbows on the table and began to strip the label from his empty bottle, piling bits of plastic next to his cocktail napkin, all the while, thinking about what a complete cluster-fuck this whole trip had turned into. Jesus, he was exhausted. Between his whiskey buzz. I could feel the slickness of his skin as he started to sweat against me and his eyes remained determined and focused. It added something to my pleasure being pinned down and helpless, but I also wanted to grab his head and pull him down and kiss him deeply. My hips were rocking with his and my breasts were bouncing around in circles on my chest from the shaking of his bed beneath us. Every part of me was feeling good and I knew I had found something I loved. Fucking felt good to me. “Oh,. “You were 14 years old, Brock. From 14 to 16 is the time you learn so much about life. Some of them are small things: how to drive a car; how to tie a tie. Those you can pick up later if you need to. But some of them are huge things that you’ll need for the rest of your life.“You grew up. That’s for sure. You had to. But you missed so many of life’s lessons. Your first loss was a crushing loss--your mother. I hate to say this, but you’ll never get over losing your mother. It’ll get easier but. Maybe he thought it wouldn't; but it certainly did.I was hyper-aware of all the sex related conversations that day, people talking of penis size being related to foot size, their sex life, even what position is best. I wasn't sure how I ever managed to tune all of that nonsense out. But now, all of it was at the forefront of my mind; and I could only help but notice how Blaine's feet were the biggest I'd ever seen.I managed to shake the slightly pleasuring thought away for the time being.I took.