I was turning into a melting pile of limpness at his touch. His fingers made their way into my sopping pussy, thrusting in and out. “Inside” he wh...ispered against my mouth. “I need to get you inside”. I wasted no time. I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and led him in. The towel still laid on the ground. Inside my bedroom, I turned to face him. I yanked his shirt over his head, and worked at his pants. I needed to feel his hard body. His cock sprang to life when his boxers came off. The. I love you mom. Bye” And Alec got out of his mom’s car and started walking towards the school. He saw stares. “Who’s this fag?” “TRANNY!” “Oh no. They already think I’m weird. What am I gonna do? What am I gon-““Hey, I’m Jasmin.” A beautiful girl with olive skin and black hair said. “Uhh, Hi. I’m Alec.” “Don’t listen to those assholes. They’re retarded. You look fab.” “Aww. Thanks. It’s just kinda embarrassing.” “Don’t be embarrassed. Do you want to come sit with me and my friends?” “Sure.”. Even on days when he went out for a run and just fell into bed still sweaty, I craved that man's touch. And I know he loved me. He was a really good looking guy and smart as hell, but for some reason he loved me. And like in the song, it has been almost exactly a year since I've seen him. He didn't even come to court. I never had a chance to explain or apologize or even talk to him. I can still see the look on his face. That last look haunts me to this day.I looked up as the woman behind the. Though when I did come to visit we would sit for an hour talking. We caught up with what was going on in our lives. Though you were more interested in what I had been up to. Every letter you sent brightened my day. Those four years were over before we knew it. Knowing the next four years to come were going to be the hardest. The promise of writing to each other was made. Which we did on a regular basis. Every letter you sent, brightened my day. I would come back to town four times a year. I.