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Show Woodworth/102 mother was going to find it some day when she was making the bed. But there it was. Covered with dust, too. I offered to rinse it off - even soak it in rubbing alcohol or put it in boiling water. But she would have none of it. Too dirty. So much for my first sexual conquest." They both look at the bulge in Gary's Levi's. "She sure lucked out," Marty says. Gary turns onhis side, begins to rub her thighs. "Lucked out," he laughs. He leans forward and kisses her chest. She lies down across from him. Rubs her fingers through his hair. "Now you tell me." "About what," she asks, leaning forward so that his face is against her breasts. "About your brother. And your family." "What was I saying?" she asks him, snuggling. "About. About. That things had changed." "What was I saying about them changing?" she asks. Her hand goes back between his legs, and his thighs flex. "What were you saying?" he laughs. "About my brother. And my family." She rolls over on top of him, grabs his lip gently between her teeth. "About things being different?" She kisses him, brushes his lips until he grabs her, hard, and she can feel the whole long, steel-tight hardness of him, can close her eyes so tightly that her ears are gone, too, and there is nothing but his arms, tight on her back like straps, and they fall back and forth on each other like tides and sands. Their clothes bunch and are shoved away, and her skin pricks into goosebumps with the sudden touch of stale air until he smoothes it again. Silk tagairifit flllg. mhqshine, surf, wind, sky; the mainsail beats |
