I scooched in a little bit closer to him, and placed my hands on his warm body. I felt him start to stir, so I waited a while with my arms draped over... the side of his arm. Eventually, he moved, took a look at me and started putting his hand on my arm. I thought that I was just going to get up from the bed and leave, but instead, he motioned my hand towards his dick. I rubbed it up and down a bit, wondering if there would really be any reaction at all. Luckily, I could feel him get harder. I. Before I even thought about it I grabbed her and pulled her to me kissing her tear and said please don't cry I love you to Amanda and as you know I love Sarah. I didn't really think this can work but if anything can make it, its love and there is no loss of that here. I don't think I can really contemplate life without you guys. My dear Amanda can I have you can I keep you guys forever. With that she smiled and kissed me not a girl kiss a full blown kiss. She stopped after a second to catch her. Exhausted, I started to slightly shiver from the cold. Bob and I got up and pulled on our clothes. Just as I finished buttoning my shirt, I saw light come on in my house. Bob quickly kissed me and hurried to his house, unlocking his back door and waving to me before he disappeared into the darkness of his home. My mom came to the back door, turning on the light, instantly illuminating the back yard. “Aprille, get in this house. Don’t you know it’s almost 3am! I. You’re engaged now, in fact. I’ve moved on too. But I’ve never moved past the memories, and I wonder whether you, despite your silence for nearly two years, ever draw on those memories and allow them to come to the surface. Or perhaps they are buried so deeply, that it is as though I never existed in your life. Memories. That’s what I am going through today. On that anniversary of our last time. And instead of dwelling on the loss of love, I’ve been trying to remember where we fucked. Different.