It wasn’t what either of them planned, nor was it even what they desired. But when they were together, they fell back into the familiar patterns. Th...ey fell back into the rituals. It was too easy. It was an early morning reunion, almost one full year since they had seen each other. The rain softly fell onto the still car. Gray and bleak sky stretched against the horizons, blanketing the early morning. Sitting in the car were two souls. They were alike in nature, opposites in deeds. He was naïve. Cafeteria food. We tolerated it, although to be truthful, it really wasn’t bad. I made a few friends, male and female during the fall semester, but didn’t date at all.I had no problem passing my end of semester exams and looked forward to heading for Clarksville over the Christmas break. The roads were passable and that was a relief. The alternative to the mountain pass route was to head up I-84 to The Dalles, then south to Clarksville. That was the more likely route to be free of snow and poor. The urine arched forward and fell onto the edge of the bowl, splashing my face. Her twat was covered with brown hair and her lips were open and I could see pink flesh underneath."Wow " I said." Fantastic".I had dreamt about this seeing a quim and now here it was, all open to me. She finished piddling and said "Now you can lick it dry for me," and pulled my head into her crotch.I was surprised but I blindly pushed my tongue out into her cunt. It was slightly salty from the piddle but also a. " Not you" she said, "You're not an asshole."I laughed and said, "Hell Mad, I'm a bigger asshole than most."She looked a me with a curious gaze and said, "I've known you for five years and not once have you been am asshole. In fact, you are the nicest guy I've ever known."I just stood there and said nothing and Mad asked, "Why? Why do you say you are an asshole?"I was silent for a moment and then I said, "What else could you call a married man who lusted after a married woman not his wife?"Mad.