Coming of Age

Every character is at least 18.

By everyone's standards, Melissa Walker was the perfect daughter. Marilyn's friends all told her; Melissa's teachers told her; their Pastor told her; even the Korean woman at the dry cleaners told her.

At 18, Melissa never once got less than an A in any class. She never missed a day of school; a Sunday service; or dated any of the more hormonal boys at the neighboring school. She dressed appropriately, unlike some of the girls in town who looked like they were preparing for a life on the streets, or on the Strip in Vegas.

She did have a boyfriend. His name was Paul Christensen, and he was the local Pastor's son. They met in Bible school and the boy planned to follow in his father's footsteps that fall when he started seminary.

Marilyn was justifiably proud of her daughter. She was happy that Melissa had avoided the temptations she succumbed to back in school. She didn't stand a chance First of all, Marilyn had been named after Marilyn Chambers. She found out about that when she overheard her father joking with his brother about her name. "Holly and I were watching 'Behind the Green Door,' and I was so turned on, I forgot about the rubber. And, when we found out about the results of that, I joked that it was Marilyn's fault. The name stuck. I swear, even though we never told her, I thought she'd follow in her namesake's footsteps, or some other parts of her body," he guffawed. Marilyn had to find out who Marilyn Chambers was. Once she found out, her curiosity fueled her fantasies.

Second, she was a bit free sharing her impressive assets. At her 18th birthday party, her 20-year-old boyfriend took her back to his house. He stroked the beautiful blonde's incredible ass as he escorted her inside. She remembered the butterflies in her stomach after agreeing it was time to lose her virginity. His parents had taken the week off, but that didn't mean the house was vacated. As soon as Marilyn stepped into the living room, the lights went on, and she stopped in her tracks. 8 naked boys stood in a semicircle grinning at her. Not that she saw their smiles as she focused her attention on 8 hard cocks jutting out from each of the boys' crotches. Each had a colorful bow wrapped around the shaft.

"Happy birthday!" all 9 boys cried in unison. One of them tossed a pillow onto the floor in front of them. She knew that a good girl would turn and run; should slap her boyfriend (who had joined the semicircle by the time she collected herself); should back away slowly; or protest loudly that she wasn't that type of girl and quickly exit. Instead, she found herself kneeling on the pillow, both seeing and touching her first cocks, her mouth watering.

After 48 hours of being introduced to being spitroasted, DPed, made airtight, sucking multiple cocks, and used every way imaginable, she kissed her boyfriend, thanked him for the considerate birthday present, dressed, and left the 9 boys sprawled out exhausted on the various surfaces. A week later, one of her teachers asked her if she'd be interested in becoming a tutor. When she went to his apartment, there was very little mention of academics, but a lot of physical exercise. Between the many boys who asked her out and the many private sessions with teachers, her grades should have suffered, but baffling (to her parents) she got straight As for the first time in her life.

Then, in college, she was determined to get her life under control. She knew that a life of whoring wasn't going to land her a great guy, and unless she got a degree, she'd never maintain the lifestyle to which she had been accustomed. She found Christ and spent her time with like-minded students. She met Tom Walker at one of these get-togethers. Tall, with blond hair, and blue eyes, he was the best-looking guy she had ever met. Incredibly devout, it wasn't until their 10th date that he tentatively kissed her. Then, he proudly announced that he was saving himself for marriage and was thrilled to meet an equally chaste woman. Marilyn never told Tom that she wasn't exactly a virgin, and he never asked.

Their dates always were proper. Dinner, movies, walks around campus, and never once suggested that she come back to his room. If Marilyn hadn't discovered an entrepreneurial group in her film class, she would have been climbing up the walls. After finding out that they were engaged in unauthorized use of the gear, rather than turning them in, she joined them. She became their key player. Somewhere in closets, or landfills, (or out on the internet) are hundreds of hours of a beautiful blonde being fucked by dozens of college boys, and other men. When someone asked what they were working on, Stan, the de facto director replied, Black and White filmmaking. The shoots were all in living color, but you get the idea.

Then, she steeled herself for their wedding night wondering how to act innocent, pure, and naïve while her mouth watered anticipating the taste of his cock. What if she seemed too experienced? What if he finally asked her about her sexual past? How many guys? That one was one she often asked herself. 50? 75? 100? She never counted and often wasn't aware of whose cock entered one of her available holes. But her fears were unfounded as Tom never offered her his cock, didn't do much more than play with her breasts (touching them for the first time), before fingering her. He pushed apart her legs, closed his eyes, and with a satisfied groan, shoved his 5" cock inside her. A minute later, he let out another groan before pulling out. She later wondered how he even knew where her hole was.

It took her months to get him to try other positions, but any satisfaction she experienced came with her own hands. One night at dinner, Tom complained about some of the people reporting to him. She had just rubbed one out before he got home and was still feeling the pleasant buzz.

"It drives me up a wall! No matter what I tell them, I always have to redo it. They say, if you want it done right, do it yourself," he complained.

Marilyn laughed at that, then had to scramble to come up with a reason she found it funny. "At church, Pastor Christensen was complaining about the music selections this coming Sunday. Said the same thing," she quickly added.

Then Melissa came along. Tom was overjoyed while Marilyn faked joy. She never told her husband, but during her more fertile times, she either pleaded a headache or douched thoroughly after his few minutes of intimacy. It was easier than she thought as Tom always fell asleep just about as quickly as he came. But, she could only play Russian roulette with her ovaries for so long before one of his swimmers found a home inside an egg.

Tom wanted to name the baby Sarah, Hannah, Mary, or another Biblical name, but Marilyn disagreed. Melissa was her favorite grandmother's name and she promised Tom that he could name any other children. What they didn't plan on was her postpartum infection causing fallopian tube scarring. This hit Tom hard and in the following months he became less and less interested in sex. In frustration, Marilyn tried everything from more and more revealing sleepwear from Victoria's Secret, to attempting to get Tom interested in Outlander and other shows with erotic scenes. Hardcore porn was out of the question as Tom would have freaked out.

Finally, Marilyn started collecting various toys, hiding them above the double oven, knowing Tom would never look there. As far as she knew, he never jerked off as he often said that pleasuring oneself was a sin against God. That wasn't an issue for Marilyn as whenever Tom was at work, she got her money's worth from her investments.

By the time that Melissa grew into a beautiful young woman, she had been so sheltered that she knew a lot more about Christ and his teachings than sex. Her father insisted on enrolling her in Saint Thérèsa's School for Girls. If he couldn't give her a Biblical name, he insisted she be given a solid Christian education. Marilyn wanted her daughter to experience life's temptations, just not as many as she had. She finally caved in when Tom asked her why she'd want her daughter to look and dress like a whore? He pointed to a show on the TV where boys and girls were drinking, making out, and the girls dressed like they wanted, hiding very little. "She goes there, or she'll be home-schooled!" he said firmly. She went along, even though the kids in the show looked totally normal. Good thing, Tom never saw pictures of her back in school.

"OK. Not boarding school," Marilyn conceded. "I'd hate for her to be gone 9 months out of the year."

By the time Melissa graduated, she was top of her class and had her first steady boyfriend. Paul had also grown up sheltered. Even at the local public school, his father wouldn't let him attend parties or dances. His weekends were devoted to helping his father or attending services. Their make-out sessions consisted of kissing and that was it. The boy often got painful erections feeling Melissa's full breasts pressed against his chest, but he always hid them out of embarrassment. He dreaded thinking that this pure, beautiful girl would think he was a sex fiend. That's not to say that even though he'd been sheltered from R-rated movies, suggestive TV shows, and those dirty magazines, or that he was naïve... he had discovered the internet. In the 6 months that he and Melissa had been dating, he worked out his right arm so much that she asked him why the muscles on that arm were so much bigger than on his left.

"Church. Dad has me fixing and repairing things. He doesn't believe in drills or power drivers so I have to use screwdrivers and hand drills," he quickly responded. He was glad that Melissa didn't check for calluses since neither hand had ever done a lick of real work.

A few months before Melissa graduated, she was surprised to hear her mother humming songs and looking happier. Her mother always seemed unhappy and dissatisfied, though she never thought it had anything to do with her. There had always been something else. But, why was she suddenly happy? She wondered if her Mom was anticipating her leaving for college, so she asked her.

Marilyn was in the kitchen, humming a Taylor Swift song when Melissa came up behind her. She turned and smiled as she hugged her daughter. "Hey, kitten. You and Paul going out tonight?" she asked.

Melissa nodded, but then noticed something that hadn't registered before. About 6 months ago, she noticed the scent of lavender and patchouli in the house. Hugging her Mom, she became even more aware. Her happiness started around the time she started smelling this fragrance. It made no sense, but she asked what was on her mind. "Mom, I have to ask. Will you be relieved when I leave for college? You've been really happy lately."

Marilyn stopped stroking her daughter's back and pulled back, holding her at arm's length. "What? No! No way! If I had my way, I'd never let you leave. You are everything to me," she said before hugging her more tightly.

Melissa hugged her mother back. Her response blew away all her fears but it didn't explain why after being unhappy for 17 years, something changed. She decided instead to get her to talk. "Um, Paul asked me to marry him," she said softly.

Marilyn stepped back. "He what? You're both just 18. Why would he ask you that now? You're heading to University, and he's going to the seminary. How would that work out?" she asked.

Melissa shrugged. "He said that I didn't need to go to college. How would knowing Shakespeare and Calculus help me be a good mother?"

"Shit!" Marilyn swore. Melissa flinched, hearing her mother swear. She never heard either of her parents swear. "I didn't say yes," she said.

"Good. Look, I like Paul. I like Paul because he isn't like other boys. I never talked to you about this, wanted to, but your father insisted I keep things from you."

Melissa looked shocked. "Things? What things?"

"Things about boys. Boys your age are after just one thing. And with Paul... it doesn't seem like he's pressuring you to do things... crap! This is so hard to talk about. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Marilyn asked.

Melissa shook her head. "Paul, um Paul likes to kiss, and his breathing changes. I think... I shouldn't say it. Never mind," she said softly.

Marilyn shook her head. Come into the living room, and tell me what you think Paul wants."

After sitting on the couch, Melissa sighed. "He tries to hide it, but his... you know, his thingie gets stiff. That's when he stops and says he has to leave."

Marilyn smiled. "Probably to go jerk off," she said softly.

"What did you say? Jerk off? Jerk what off?" Melissa asked, looking confused.

Marilyn studied her daughter. "I'm not sure we've been good parents. You are so not ready to go off to college. Look, be honest. Has he ever touched you?" she asked.

Melissa nodded. "Of course he has. We've held hands and as I said, we kissed. We've even done French kissing. He rubs my back when we do that. Why? Is that wrong?"

Marilyn shook her head. "OK, your Dad will kill me, but when I said that boys are after one thing. Do you know what that thing is?"

Melissa blushed. "Um, I guess these," she said as she patted her chest. "Paul looks, but he never..."

Marilyn shook her head. "No. Fuck!" she swore, eliciting a gasp from her daughter. She picked up her iPad and opened a browser. "What boys want and will do or say almost anything to get, is between your legs. They will tell you they love you, will buy you a terrific dinner, take you to a movie, or act as if they care when you tell them things, just to put their thingie, their penis, their cock inside your vagina. Then, as soon as they are done, you most likely will never hear from them again, unless, of course, they want to shove their cocks back inside you." She looked at her daughter's face. The girl's jaw dropped after hearing words she'd never heard before, hearing her devout mother spout filth that would have gotten her a bar of soap in her mouth.

Marilyn plowed on. "Here. This is what boys want to do to you." She went to a website, hit the box confirming that she was 18 (though, why would that deter anyone of any age puzzled her), and clicked on an image of a white teenage girl and a large black man, naked, her mouth on his huge cock. "I don't want to scare you, but most boys... men, will take what they want and use you like this man uses this girl."

Melissa's jaw dropped even more as she watched a cute blonde who could have been her twin, get all her clothes pulled off before her head was pushed down to the scariest-looking huge chocolate-brown fleshy shaft. She didn't look scared as she opened her mouth, taking the gross thing into her throat. She might not have looked scared, but it didn't look as though she had a choice. She wanted to tell her mother to turn it off, wanted to look away, but instead she stared so intently that she forgot to blink. Then, the man rudely pushed the girl's face off his hard penis, forced her onto her hands and knees, grabbed her ass, and shoved his penis inside her. Again, he was gripping her ass so tightly, the girl could not have resisted. Ignoring her loud yelps, he pistoned into the girl, his massive scrotum slapping hard against her vagina. Her face was scrunched up as if in pain. She couldn't tell, but it looked painful the way her huge breasts flopped with each thrust. Melissa turned her eyes away from the sight to see if she could find out the girl's name. Their similarities were uncanny. She found out her name at the bottom: Polly Yangs. She idly wondered if she could somehow contact her and find out how she got in a video like this, and if they were somehow related. Regardless, Melissa felt an angry throbbing between her legs.

Marilyn listened to the soft gasps, the deep breathing from her daughter, and paused the video. "This is one example. This girl is very experienced, did you see the look of pain on her face when the man rudely pushed his cock inside her? Yes, cock. Call it a dick, cock, prick, pecker... Don't say penis, and for God's sake, don't call it a thingie." She pointed at the raw-looking stretched-wide labia, and added, "This is her pussy, or cunt. You can call it a vag, or vagina, twat, honey pot, or snatch, but please don't call it your private parts." She closed that video and searched some more. "Also, what they are doing is fucking, or rather, he's fucking her. Aggressively using her holes for his pleasure. Here. This is how sex should be, unless you want a man to use you." She looked thoughtful, "I guess, sometimes that's just what you need."

She opened another video where a couple cuddled on a bed. The view was from the foot of the bed and they were kissing passionately while grinding against each other. Strangely, Melissa had an urge to rub between her legs, or rather, rub her pussy. Her head swam with all the new terms. As a good student, she always took notes, and listening to her mother, she wished she had a notepad and a pen. This couple seemed more sharing as they mutually stroked each other. She never thought that her pussy looked ugly, and having never seen a cock, she had no idea if it were also ugly, but watching this couple, she thought they were both very beautiful. Maybe it was a racial thing, but the first video showing the black man's cock and balls made her shiver, but in retrospect, it was beautiful in its own right. Was it the color of his cock that made the penetration look more powerful? As she watched, she wanted to go back to her bedroom, get a mirror, and really look at the pussy.

The man's cock slid easily inside the woman, and rather than painful-sounding yelps, the woman pushed against him while moaning passionately. She was the one who guided his cock inside her, unlike the other video. Her moans almost sounded like Paul's when he kissed her just before breaking it off.

Marilyn smiled to herself seeing her daughter's face flush, and her breathing get more ragged. She let the girl watch to the end, happy the editors didn't cut off the man filling the woman's cunt up with a huge load. "OK. That's enough for now. Your father is due home any minute now. You go to your room and change your panties, then come help me get dinner ready." She patted the girl's leg, "Unless you need to take care of something."

In a daze, Melissa headed to her bedroom wondering how her mother knew that she must have wet her pants. She didn't remember peeing, but her panties sure were wet. Then, she wondered what her mother meant by 'taking care of something?' She cleaned her pussy in the bathroom, stifling a gasp as the simple act of wiping caused an electric shock to shoot up from her crotch. 'What the heck was that?' she wondered. Tentatively, she gently rubbed again, finding her hard nub was causing the shocks. With a sigh, she flushed the toilet.

Then, she grabbed a mirror, opened her legs wide, and looked. It was difficult to see all of her pussy due to the mass of hair, but her lips looked like flower petals opening. She could see her pink insides, and when she pressed her finger there, it felt oily. Knowing that her mother was waiting on her, she grabbed her scissors and trimmed most of the coarse hair. 'Tomorrow morning, I'll shave it closer,' she decided.

After dinner, Tom turned on the TV while Melissa and her Mom cleaned up. This wasn't unusual as neither woman had ever seen the man put away a plate. Since the volume on the game was so loud, the two could talk.

"So, Paul proposed," Marilyn said simply. Underneath, her stomach felt tight thinking about it. "You said that you didn't say yes. Did you say no?"

Melissa shook her head. "It was so sudden and took me by surprise; I didn't know what to say."

"Do you love him?" Marilyn asked.

Melissa shrugged. "I guess so. I mean, I like being with him. He's kind and funny..."

Marilyn shook her head. "That's not love. That's like. How much do you think about him when you're not around? Do you find yourself talking to him even though he's not there?"

Melissa laughed. "That's silly. I mean, I replay conversations; things he said, but talk to him?" She shook her head.

"Then, you better think long and hard before you say yes," Marilyn said.

An image of the black man's cock popped suddenly into her head when she heard her mother use the phrase 'long and hard.' Never in her life had she had any image like that, and on top of it, she felt her private parts... pussy throb at the same time. Was she going to have to change her panties again? She collected herself and nodded. "I told him that I'd let him know next Friday. He's taking me to dinner."

"Good. I don't want you to make a decision like that rashly. It should be 100% because it's what you want. Don't say yes because it will make him happy. I guarantee you, that will make you miserable. That's all I'm going to say."

All week, Melissa found that she did have internal conversations with Paul, though all were about his proposal. She desperately wanted to talk to her mother again, but she drove up north as Gramps had fallen and broken his hip. Her father left for a weekend golf trip with his friends, but that wasn't anything new. More than once, Melissa wondered if her parents ever did that fucking thing as there seemed to be zero intimacy in their interactions. She and Paul had tons more and all they did was kiss.

She decided a good run might clear her head, so she changed into her shorts, jog bra, T-shirt, and running shoes. She had a wonderful route that took her away from town and through some woods. At a little over five miles, it was a perfect half-hour. That gave her two hours to shower and get ready for Paul to pick her up.

She just got home and stripped off her sweaty clothes when she heard the doorbell. She pulled on her bathrobe and trotted across the living room to answer the doorbell. 'Paul. Why is Paul here?' she wondered as she pulled open the door. She felt the cool breeze waft up between her legs, reminding her that she was naked under the robe.

Paul started to say something, but as he scanned the barely dressed girl, he instead stammered, "Um. I was driving by and wondered if instead of dinner, you wanted to try out the new escape room?"

"Let me think about it. Come in. I just got back from a run and I need to shower. An escape room sounds fun." She stepped back, holding the door with one hand, unaware her robe parted showing a lot more of her left breast than Paul had ever seen.

'She's naked, completely naked under the robe,' he thought. Unfortunately, this was one of his favorite jerk-off fantasies and he felt his 5" cock pulse eagerly to life. 'Perhaps she'll come back out in the robe and she'll feel like doing more than kissing, especially if she says, yes,' he thought.

Melissa was oblivious to how her boyfriend walked almost sideways as he followed her into the living room. "I'll be out in a flash. Grab a soda from the fridge if you want," she smiled at him.

Seeing her tight ass muscles flex as she headed back to her bedroom, and knowing she had nothing on under their robe, made him even more uncomfortable. Paul wanted to pull out his throbbing cock imagining her dropping her robe. They never discussed it, but he assumed it was a given that they'd wait until marriage to have sex, but it didn't stop his mind from coming up with scenarios where he would get to see her naked. They didn't have to fuck, they could do other things, like oral sex. Melissa was blessed with the most sensual mouth he'd ever seen.

Melissa always closed the bathroom door when showering, but she felt that throbbing between her legs when she left the door open a crack before pulling off her robe. The entire time she soaped up, she wished Paul were watching, but knew that he wouldn't. He was against any premarital sex and thought it to be a mortal sin. That was what made her decide. She wanted what that couple had in the 2nd video and couldn't imagine Paul being the patient, attentive lover that the hot guy was in the video. And, there was no way on Earth he'd use her like the guy in the first video. For some reason, recalling how the girl was used in the first video caused an intense throbbing between her legs. Did she really want that? OK, maybe once. It might be fun, she thought.

Just after blow-drying her hair, she had just pulled on her robe when she heard the doorbell once again. 'What is this? Grand Central Station?' she thought. She hurried out, but Paul had already answered the door.

"Drew? What are you...?" she heard Paul ask as she came through the living room.

"I'm here to deliver Marilyn's body lotion. Is she home?"

"Sorry. No," Melissa said as she came into the front foyer. "My Gramps fell and broke his hip. What is it you have for Mom?" she asked.

Drew Callahan stepped inside, eyeing the beautiful blonde girl. "That's a shame," he said without an ounce of sincerity in his tone. "She really loves my Dad's products, especially the body lotion."

"I'll give it to her. Not sure when she'll be back," Melissa said. She felt vulnerable, more vulnerable than ever as she took in the tall, muscular boy. Then, she recognized him. "Wait, you're the quarterback at Paul's school," she said.

Drew grinned. "That's me. My Dad owns G. C. Cosmetics. You just showered?" he asked.

Melissa nodded. "Just got back from a run. I need to get dressed. This is not appropriate to have two boys over to the house without my parents," she said. She looked at her exposed cleavage, "Especially almost naked."

Drew shook his head. "Why? How old are you?"

"18, but still..."

Drew pushed past her and went into the living room as if he had been there before. "This is perfect. Look, this lotion keeps your skin soft, supple, and hydrated. You apply it right after your shower. This is the perfect time. Sit. I'll do your face and neck and you tell me how it feels."

"Um, no," Paul said, "We were heading out on a date."

Drew looked between the two. "Seriously? At 3 in the afternoon?

Melissa shook her head. "No. Paul, relax. I'll try it. What can it hurt?" she asked rhetorically. She carefully folded the flaps of the robe across her thighs as she sat on the couch.

Paul started to say something, but whatever look Drew gave him made him close his mouth and plop down on the chair in the corner.

"Perfect," Drew said as he unscrewed the top of the container.

Melissa suddenly knew where the scent of lavender and patchouli came from as soon as the lid came off. "That's where Mom gets this," she said. "I just noticed it a few months ago."

"One of my regulars," Drew said. He smiled to himself as she recalled how eager the MILF was to have him fully apply Twilight Bloom to her incredible body. He had no idea that her daughter was as hot or ever hotter. And, as a bonus, she was 18! The one thing that sucked was that her boyfriend was sitting right there. On the other hand, he looked like a wimp. As he sat there, he didn't look jealous, just intrigued. "OK, face me and close your eyes," he ordered softly.

Melissa complied, but again felt her pussy throb and wished she had put on panties. As she shifted, she felt the robe slide off her thighs, but with her eyes closed, she couldn't tell how much was revealed. Then again, after trimming her pubic hair, she felt proud of how she looked. So what if the boy sees her pussy? 'I'll bet with his looks he's seen a lot of girls,' she thought.

His hands felt huge as he stroked in the cool cream. It felt and smelled good as he gently covered her face, and her neck. Then, as he gently caressed her neck, he pushed the terry cloth aside. It seemed reasonable that he would slide the robe off her shoulders as he continued to apply the lotion.

"How does that feel?" the boy asked. "You should feel a slight tingling. That's the lotion trapping whatever moisture you have and additionally hydrating." He put his hands in his lap, looking expectantly at the girl.

Melissa noticed tingling, just not on her face, neck, and shoulders. But, he was right. Her skin felt, for lack of a better word, alive. She nodded. "I can see why Mom likes this so much."

"I can keep going," Drew offered, "I can do your back and arms. It reduces any tension you might have in your muscles and It's really hard for someone to reach their back."

Melissa looked over at Paul expecting him to object, but he had a strange look on his face and he was sitting strangely. His legs were crossed and his arms were folded across his lap. She looked back at the large boy and nodded. She turned her back, cupped the front of the robe to her breasts as she felt him pull her robe down. This seemed to be enough as she felt those huge, strong hands stroke her back. Paul always stroked her back when they made out in the car, but this felt different. Skin on skin was incredibly better than through clothes. His large hands covered her entire back and as he rubbed, the tingling flowed down her back to her ass. Then, Drew moved up to her shoulders, rubbing the lotion onto her upper arms. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the tingling spread through her body. 'No wonder Mom hummed to herself lately. This stuff is incredible.'

Drew looked back over at Paul and winked as he pulled her right arm out of the robe, applied the lotion, then the left. When he did that, she had to remove her hands covering her breasts allowing the robe to fall to her lap. She seemed unaware that she was topless as he moved down to her right hand.

Paul's cock ached seeing his girlfriend's bare back for the first time. The side of her right breast bounced appealingly as the boy massaged her arm and hand. He should have told her to cover up, but all he could think of was what she looked like from the front.

Drew finished with her arms, turned her to face him, then took some cream and applied it to the base of her neck. Melissa let out a soft moan as the boy's strong hands continued down to her upper chest, rubbing the lotion just below her collarbone. It was then that she realized that her breasts were fully exposed and that a modest girl would cover up. But something inside her wouldn't let her. She pushed her arms out to the side allowing him access to her ribcage and under her breasts. Then, as if it were the obvious next step, he ran his hands up onto her heavy breasts. "Aaaahhhh," she unconsciously sighed as she felt a man touch her boobs for the first time. 'Why hadn't Paul been the first?' she wondered. 'I put my arms around his neck enough times. He should have taken the hint!'

His question was almost rhetorical when he asked, "Want me to continue?" His hands slid higher up onto her breasts, working the lotion into the smoothest, softest skin he ever felt. His thumbs stroked the base of her areolas as her breathing got deeper.

"Yessss, yes please. It feels good," she panted.

Drew grinned over at the boy before indicating the chair across the room.

Paul cupped his hands over his throbbing erection as he switched to the chair in the other corner. Finally! He finally was able to see those magnificent tits. As Drew gently hefted them he wanted to pull out his cock and jerk off, but again, he crossed his legs and leaned gently forward. Drew grinned knowingly at him as he cupped, squeezed, and caressed the pair of magnificent tits. Then, Drew shifted as he got more cream, so that Paul had an unobstructed view of the most magnificent pair of tits he had ever seen. And as he had watched hundreds of videos, he had seen a lot.

Melissa wondered if Paul were pissed or disappointed that this virtual stranger was caressing her breasts so intimately, so she looked at him to see if he looked angry. She wanted to see him scowl, or shake his head, or something, but his eyes were glued to her chest. Then as Drew applied more of the lotion to her breasts, she again closed her eyes. Her moans got louder as the boy's fingers rubbed circles around her erect nipples. She no longer wondered how much the boys could see of her pussy as the robe slid off her thighs and she could feel cool air on the insides of her thighs. Immodestly, her legs fell open as she shifted on the couch to face the boy.

Then, Drew moved behind her, looking over at her boyfriend as he continued to maul her tits. He liked that the other boy looked as though he wanted him to continue, to do more as he was content to watch. He leaned forward and planted a kiss at the base of the girl's neck before whispering into her ear, "Is this too personal? I can stop."

"No, God, no," Melissa panted. "Don't stop. This stuff is amazing."

Drew's cock had never felt harder as he continued groping the best set of tits ever. He knew that before the afternoon was over, he was going to fuck the shit out of the beautiful blonde, boyfriend watching, or not. He kept rubbing and squeezing those tits listening to the girl's moans get louder and more ragged. Then he suggested, "Let's do your legs. Lay down on the couch."

"Lie down on the couch," Melissa corrected the boy. "It's active versus passive," she said, before realizing that she was going to passively be lying down naked with a strange boy. She never let any boy see her in anything but a very conservative one-piece suit and as she stood, her robe stayed on the couch. Rather than wanting to cover herself, she stood facing Paul for a few seconds before lying down. In the back of her mind, she thought, 'This could have been you. All you needed to do was try.' Paul no longer crossed his legs not caring if she saw the small tent in his pants. She smiled at him before turning her back and lying down on the cushions. As she took in a breath, she smelled the same lotion and realized that she wasn't the first Walker woman to be attended to by this boy on this couch.

With Drew and Melissa both facing away, and with a nice view between her legs, Paul quietly pulled out his throbbing cock. He couldn't see her tits anymore, but they were as good as he'd ever seen, and he had seen thousands. Then, there was that furry pussy. Her ass cheeks looked like creamy bubbles, and he watched in fascination as a boy ran his hands over flesh that he'd only fantasized about. 'Please spread her legs,' he internally pleaded, 'I want to get a better look at her pussy.' Why wasn't he jealous? Why didn't he jump up and stop the boy? Why was he harder than he ever remembered being?

Drew worked the lotion down the girl's lower back and when he got to her ass, he spent a bit more time. She just softly moaned as he ran a finger down between her cheeks. As he hoped, her tiny brown bud was perfect.

Melissa was reminded of the video of the couple on the bed when the man gripped the woman's ass, his finger teasing her anus. At the time, she thought it mildly disgusting while also being erotic. Now, she felt her pussy throb eagerly as the fat finger pressed against her. Without realizing it, she parted her thighs as if wanting him to slide his fingers farther down. She heard Paul's soft groan as she exposed herself even more.

Drew glanced over at Paul and grinned. Then, he stood, parted the girl's legs even farther apart, and knelt between them. He envied Paul that he had freed his cock, and for having this stunning blonde as a girlfriend. There is no way that he hadn't tapped that repeatedly. As he worked his way down her thighs to her feet, he could smell her intense arousal. He thought Marilyn got amazingly wet, but this girl was dripping. The more her worked the lotion into her legs and feet, the wider he spread her thighs apart. Then, he worked his way back up, not needing to spread her legs more. She was doing that on her own. Knowing what she wanted, he slid his middle finger up her sopping slit, eliciting a pleasured groan As soon as he touched her clit, she gasped and lifted her ass off the couch. 'Like mother, like daughter,' he thought.

Just as Drew pushed his finger inside, Paul stifled a grunt as he shot cum up onto his shirt. He'd been fighting the urge to orgasm but he couldn't hold back anymore. When he looked at Drew and Melissa, they were both looking at him, with similar smiles on their faces.

Melissa looked down at the much larger tent in Drew's pants and nodded at it. "Do you want to get as comfortable as Paul?" she asked.

"Yes. It's really uncomfortable. Would that be OK?" he asked.

Melissa snorted. "Paul pulled out his cock. I'm stark naked, and you're asking if you can take your clothes off?"

Drew stood and looked down at the naked blonde girl. She rolled over onto her back watching as he pulled off his shirt. He then slowly undid his pants, pushing them down slowly, watching her face for her reaction when his cock sprang free. He wasn't disappointed.

Melissa gasped as a cock as huge as the black man's in the video bounced free of his boxers. Not only was it huge, but it was also ribbed with pronounced veins roping up the shaft. She remembered her doppelgänger taking that cock into her mouth, and as she thought that, her mouth watered. The thought of taking a sweaty, smelly cock into her mouth should have grossed her out, but ever since seeing that video, she wanted to know how it felt, how it tasted.

Then, as if reading her mind, the boy stepped over to her as she swung her legs onto the floor. She gripped it as if she'd been handling cocks all her life, stroked it, and then wrapped her lips around it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Paul was hard again, and stroking his much smaller cock. 'Why would this excite him?' she wondered. Then, she tried to remember how that girl sucked on that brown cock. She tried to take his as deep into her mouth as she saw that Polly girl do, but instantly gagged. She then decided to stroke him with her two hands (One hand barely fit around) as she licked and sucked on the head.

Drew could tell that the girl was new to this, but she wasn't bad. In fact, she seemed to be a natural. "Is this your first time sucking cock?" he asked.

Melissa popped the fat member out of her mouth and looked up. "Am I that bad?' she asked. "I've... we've never done anything like this," she said softly.

"Hell no. I'm impressed how good this feels. I think you're a natural cocksucker. Don't tell me that you're a virgin," he said.

Melissa looked over at Paul. "We both are. I guess we were saving ourselves."

Drew grinned. "Were, as in you no longer are?"

Melissa nodded. "As in if you want, I'd like to know how a cock feels inside me... that is, if you want to fuck me. I hope you want to," she said softly.

Drew laughed. "You don't have to ask me twice, but is he... sorry... I forget his name. Is he also a virgin?" he asked.

Melissa nodded. "I assume so. Paul, are you still a virgin?"

Holding onto his cock, the boy stood. "I am. Never even got..." he nodded at Melissa sitting with Drew's cock in both her hands.

Drew nodded. "You know, I'm a nice guy. Why don't you let Paul pop your cherry, and when he's done, I'll fuck you until you scream, 'No more!'" he said, chuckling.

Melissa nodded. "Paul, would you like to fuck my pussy?" she asked as she lay on her back, legs spread as wide as they would go.

"Hang on. Are you on the pill? When was your period?" Drew asked. "Do you want us to use condoms?" He wanted to add that he left his supply in the truck and her mother hated rubbers.

Melissa shrugged. "A week ago. I should be fine." She watched as her boyfriend yanked down his pants. His cock was amazingly hard even after cumming, but still quite unimpressive compared to the much bigger boy. "Take it slow," she said to Paul as he lay between her legs. She gritted her teeth in anticipation of him tearing through her hymen, but it wasn't much more than a slight stinging.

Paul felt the aching in his balls increase rapidly as he finally felt vaginal walls gripping his cock. He grabbed a breast for the first time as he thrust inside her, and just as he was enjoying the various sensations, he let out a groan, spewing his load inside her.

Drew laughed. "I was going to go into the kitchen and grab a beer. Your Mom always stocks my favorite, but it can wait."

As Paul rolled off her, she remembered her father asking why there was Coors in the fridge as neither he nor Marilyn liked it. Her Mom told him it was for guests. To the best of her knowledge, none of their friends liked Coors.

Then, as she watched Drew crawl onto the couch, close to a foot of cock bouncing in front of his crotch, she focused on other things. She put out her arms welcoming the muscular boy who grinned down at her. Various things went through her mind. One, was the width of the much larger boy's chest and shoulders versus Paul's narrower, less defined chest. Next, how his muscular thighs pushed her legs apart, where her boyfriend easily nestled between her thighs. But, what she really focused on was the incredibly fat head pushing her labia apart.

Drew took it slow, even though the much smaller boy had somewhat prepared her. As he popped inside, the blonde's mouth opened almost the same as her vaginal opening. He lay on top of her as she got used to him before pushing a bit more inside. She had her hands on his hips stopping him, but not trying to push him off. As he penetrated more of the girl he realized that her cunt had to be the smallest, tightest he had ever fucked. Then, her hands relaxed as he slowly pushed in and out. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth stayed open as her cunt muscles relaxed and her was finally able fuck her freely.

At first, Melissa was torn between wanting the boy to stop or, for him to just rip into her. The searing pain was tons worse than when Paul ripped her Hyman, but it was also strangely pleasurable. She'd heard the term pain and pleasure and couldn't understand how that was possible. Now, she knew. The intensity of the feelings was the same, but the % of pain faded while the % of pleasure increased. Unconsciously she was opening her mouth wide as if that would help her take the fat invader into her pussy.

Drew looked over at Paul to see how he was doing, and he was again stroking his cock. "Um, fuck! What's your name again?" he asked.

"Paul, Paul Christensen," the boy responded, ripping his eyes off the sight of Melissa's pussy obscenely wrapped around the monster cock.

"Your dad? The minister?" he asked.

Paul nodded. "The pastor over at St. Luke's."

"Well, pastor's boy. She loves having her nipples played with. While I fuck her, why don't you suck on them?" Drew asked.

Paul didn't hesitate. He came over, knelt, and took the erect nipple into his mouth. It tasted like lotion, but the texture was incredibly arousing. Melissa arched her back with a groan as he flicked his tongue on the fleshy, eraser-sized nub. With a free hand (his other was still stroking his cock), he played with her other breast.

Melissa's whole world had shrunk down to the incredible feelings between her legs and the amazing jolts emanating from her ultra-sensitive nipples. The pain had almost completely disappeared, replaced by pleasure, but illogically, she missed the pain. Drew was now freely slamming into her sopping pussy (she could hear the wet slapping sounds as he pistoned into her), while grunting more and more loudly. Then, she felt something. Her bladder began to ache. She wondered if she had to pee and the more she tried to quell the urge to pee, the worse it got. Then, when she thought she'd be permanently injured, it peaked and something exploded inside her. She let out a scream as exquisitely painful pleasure exploded out from her womb, throughout her entire body.

Drew was thrilled that the girl came as he'd been close, agonizingly close, so as soon as she came, he joined her. Her body writhing beneath him, her vaginal muscles clenching with each of her orgasmic pulses made his orgasm the best he could remember. When both of their orgasms faded, Drew collapsed on the girl, breathing heavily. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. He could feel her pussy still gripping his cock as it softened. He could stay there for the rest of his life, he thought.

Paul sat back on his heels as the naked couple's breathing slowed and they stroked each other. It was then that he knew what Melissa's answer would be and he understood.

Drew pushed himself up, looking down at the girl. "I assume your first orgasm?" he asked.

Melissa nodded. "And not my last. I hope," she grinned. "That was amazing, actually, fucking amazing," she said with a soft giggle. Then realizing that Drew's cock was going to slide out of her, and feeling a massive load of cum, she looked at her boyfriend. "Um, Paul? Can you grab a towel from the bathroom? I'm afraid..." She looked pointedly at where she and Drew's crotches were pressed together.

As the smaller boy awkwardly waddled off, his pants around his ankles, Drew stroked the girl's face. "Fuck! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. If you weren't going out with Paul, I'd ask you out."

Melissa smiled, "So you could fuck me again? Why would me dating Paul stop you?" she asked.

"It wouldn't. I just thought it would be polite to mention it."

"Thanks," Paul said as he waddled back in. "I think you released her inner desires," he said as he handed her the towel. "I'm not angry. I could never have done what you did."

Just as Drew pulled out, a huge mass of white cream flowed out. Melissa was able to catch all of it using the towel. "Thanks," she said, "This sure would have been hard to explain to Mom, though I could have flipped the cushion.'

Drew let out a laugh. "Um, that's already been done."

Melissa looked confused for a second, then laughed. "Mom? So you have done mother and daughter. Shall I call Grandma? At 67, she's still quite a fox."

Drew nodded. "I saw her picture, so sure. I'd do her in a flash."

Melissa wondered how the boy could have seen her grandmother's picture. She then remembered that Mom had a beach photo taken a year ago of the three of them. "I'll suggest some new skin care products. She might like that." Then, she studied the boy as he dressed. As he turned to grab his jeans, she saw him from behind for the first time. "Christ! You have a great ass. Speaking of which, do women like getting fucked in the butt?"

Drew turned with a smile. "Curious? Yes, in my experience half really like it, and of the other half, some don't like it while others refuse to even go there. Why? Want to try it?" He looked at Paul who was trying to shove his still-hard cock in his pants. "I know someone who's up for it. Not to sound cocky, but you don't want me to be your first."

Melissa looked at Paul who had an expectant look on his face. He stopped trying to fasten his pants, so she asked. "Paul, would you like to fuck my ass?"

Paul let his pants drop to the floor, nodding.

Melissa looked at Drew, 'OK. Can you show us how?"

"I'll go get the Vaseline... I know where it is," he said. "Suck his cock to get him as hard as possible," Drew said before trotting off.

Melissa sat up as Paul stepped over to her. She wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked him. "Doesn't look like you need any help getting hard, but you really want me to suck your cock, don't you?"

Paul nodded. Over the past months, he looked at her lips in a completely different way than when they started dating. Whenever she said something causing her mouth to make an 'O' shape, his cock throbbed wondering what it would be like to have her do that around his cock. As she licked her lips and looked back at his cock, he felt an anticipatory shiver. As much as he fantasized about fucking her, it was seeing her take his cock into her mouth that triggered the most orgasms.

Ever since seeing those videos, Melissa wondered what a cock might taste like. She assumed it would be no different than licking the back of a man's hand, but Drew's was salty with a pungent, manly aroma that made her pussy throb. Paul's wasn't as salty, and tasted like her fluids. Rather than grossing her out, it also made her pussy throb and her nipples harden even more. As she sucked the smaller cock, she was thrilled that she could take all of him into her mouth. Pressing her lips and nose against the boy's coarse hair and inhaling, she knew she'd be sucking a lot of cocks in her future. The aroma of man was intoxicating, she thought.

Drew came back with the tub of gel and went around to see the busty blonde expertly giving the boy a blowjob. He was about to warn them that if she kept going, the lube wouldn't be necessary when Paul grabbed her hair, thrust his hips, and came down her throat. 'She's going to be pissed!' he thought as she rapidly swallowed. Interestingly, rather than her hands on his hips trying to push him away, she was gripping the cheeks of his ass as the boy emptied his balls into her stomach.

That was another question answered. How did cum taste? When Paul let go of her hair, rather than pushing him away, Melissa kept sucking on the softening shaft, getting the remainder of his ejaculate. Finally, she let the tiny worm-like penis fall out of her mouth. She wiped the saliva off her chin and grinned up at the boy. "I guess I did OK."

Paul groaned as he staggered back, legs like rubber. "That was amazing. Can you do that to me again sometime?" he asked.

"Sure. If you're up to it," she giggled. "Be a nice way to finish our dates."

Drew's cock had throbbed back to life watching the blonde come into her own. He held up the tub, "I guess you won't need this after..." he nodded at the smaller boy as he pulled on his pants.

Melissa took the lube, then opened it. "I assume I need to get your cock thoroughly covered?" she asked as she scooped out a glob.

"Wait!" Drew said. "It would be better to have... um, a smaller cock... sorry Paul... for your first time."

Melissa stroked the gel around and up the entire length of the veined shaft. "Go big or go home. I saw you on the news after you beat St. Matthew's. That's what you said."

Drew remembered grinning at the many cameras after he threw the 60-yard touchdown pass as time expired. Before meeting this blonde, that was the most euphoria he had ever felt. At the time, he thought that there was no way to top that feeling. "You're right. Go big or go home. Give me that," he ordered as he took the tub from her. On the couch, hands and knees."

Melissa grabbed the discarded towel, found a corner not smeared with the boys' cum, wiped off her hands, and then climbed onto the couch. She looked back and shivered. Paul's cock was one thing, but seeing the fat spear sticking straight out as he knelt behind her caused her to question her decision. Then, a shiver went through her as a fat finger slid inside her anus for the first time. Unconsciously, she pressed her chest into the cushion, offering her ass more to the boy. Even though she knew couples did this, she never thought she'd be in this position, face down ass up.

Drew smiled to himself as he shoved more of the gel into the wonderfully tight hole. When he was satisfied that he had fully lubed her ass, he handed the tub of gel to Paul. The boy took it, then handed him the towel.

Rather than looking angry or jealous, the smaller boy watched intently, wanting to see Drew's cock penetrate the tiny asshole. It didn't seem possible that anything that large could fit into something that tiny without causing permanent damage. But, then he remembered this father's railing at pederasts and gays. This had to be how they fucked. He tightened his asshole defensively just thinking about being on the receiving end of something that fat and long.

"OK. Just relax. You'll want to clench your sphincter and I'll have to push hard to open you up. Relax, and I'll pop right in." He wanted to let her know that her mother had the most accommodating asshole of anyone he's been with. "When I pop in it will sting at first, but then the pain will fade and become enjoyable," he said as he pressed the head of his throbbing cock against the brown, puckered bud. The girl didn't resist and surprisingly, he popped right inside her. She yelped, but didn't try to pull away. Instead, she parted her knees and arched her back more giving him more access. 'Like mother, like daughter,' he smiled to himself.

Melissa felt the stinging, but also felt a huge rush knowing that Drew must love the feeling of her tight asshole gripping his cock. As the stinging faded, he began thrusting into her, causing her to grunt rhythmically. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh."

Unbelievably, Paul's cock throbbed back to life, so he pulled it out as he slid off his pants. Melissa must have heard his zipper and when she turned her head to look, she opened her mouth, licking her lips. Paul slid onto the couch by her face, and groaned happily as she again took him into her mouth. Watching her lips stretch around his cock, her huge tits flop with every thrust into her rectum, and the impactful waves of flesh on her ass were incredibly arousing.

Drew's balls made loud slapping sounds as he more aggressively pounded the girl's virgin asshole. Her grunting got louder, even though she had her mouth full of cock. Then, her grunts changed and without her touching herself, she came. Drew tried to grind hard against her as she grunted loudly on the boy's cock. Her orgasm seemed just as intense as her first one, and when she finally relaxed, he continued to fuck her ass. Looking down at her glistening, naked back, her tangled blonde hair draped across the boy's thighs, and listening to her soft groans, he felt the welcome boiling in his balls. Slamming inside her, he leaned over her as a powerful orgasm shot through him.

Melissa felt wonderful after her 2nd orgasm, a tasty cock in her mouth, and her ass filled wonderfully with cock. When Drew pulled out, she popped Paul's cock out of her mouth and indicated her ass with a turn of her head.

Paul didn't have to be asked twice. He rolled off the couch, knelt behind the most beautiful ass he'd ever seen, and shoved his cock inside her. In the back of his mind, he heard his father's voice screaming at him that what he was doing was a sin. He grinned and mouthed, 'Fuck you, Dad!'

Melissa moaned happily feeling another cock in her ass. Even though it was a lot smaller, it felt wonderful. When she saw Drew had cleaned off his cock, she reached out, pulled him onto the couch, and took his softening member into her mouth. This time, he tasted different, and even knowing where that shaft had been, it didn't gross her out. The boy might have cum twice, but she felt him grow harder as she sucked. This time, she took more of him into her throat, perhaps because she got used to cock in her mouth, perhaps because Paul was aggressively slamming into her from behind.

Drew leaned back against the arm of the couch as the first time someone deep-throated him. 'How the hell did she learn how to do that so fast?' he wondered. He was amazed at how the small boy was powerfully fucking the blonde and when their eyes met, they gave each other a high-five. Then, his attention was drawn back to the girl as she perfectly clenched her throat each time she pressed her lips against his pubes. Incredibly, even after cumming minutes before, he felt the aching rapidly increase in his balls. Then, he heard Paul let out a frustrated groan as he came inside the girl's ass. Then, as if Melissa was waiting for that, she let out a loud groan as she also came.

Melissa felt as if every ounce of energy had been fucked out of her, and when her orgasm faded and Paul pulled out of her ass, she went limp. She pulled her mouth off Drew's cock and looked up at him. "I'm beat, but you can finish in my pussy," she moaned. "Please don't worry about me, just use my cunt to get off." She never thought that she would use that word, but it felt like the exact term to use right then.

Drew nodded, and when he stood, the girl rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. A stream of cum flowed out of her ass onto the cushion but he didn't grab the towel. Instead, he lay on top of her, slid his cock inside, and letting out a happy grunt, began fucking her.

Melissa might have been totally spent, but as Drew fucked her, she felt these small but powerful mini orgasms. She wrapped her arms around the boy as he pistoned into her; wave after wave of pleasurable pulses shot through her. Paul had cleaned up in the bathroom, got dressed, and even went and got a soda out of the fridge before coming back into the living room. The sweaty couple was still going at it, both rhythmically grunting. He pulled out his phone, snapped a series of photos, not because he wanted to blackmail his girlfriend, but because they looked so incredibly beautiful together. Then, he sat sipping his soda as the boy finally came inside Melissa's pussy. He stood, handing Drew a clean hand towel, and another to Melissa. As they cleaned up, he looked at his phone.

"7:34. I guess we could go get a late dinner. Drew? Want to join us?"

Melissa shook her head. "I'm showering, skipping dinner, and going to bed."

Drew looked between the two. "I'm going to join Melissa in the shower, if it's alright with her," he said, looking expectantly at the naked blonde.

Melissa nodded. She went over to Paul and kissed him. "See you tomorrow?"

Paul nodded, started to turn, but stopped. "I'm guessing your answer is no?"

Melissa nodded. "I'm sorry, but I need to get a degree. Plus, Mom and Dad met at State."

Drew looked at the girl. "State? You're going to school in Grandville?"

Melissa nodded. "Paul asked me to marry him because he's going to seminary and, well, he didn't want to be apart."

Drew grinned. "That's great! I've got a football scholarship to State. It will be great to have a friend there," he said. Then he looked at the other boy. "Um, sorry. That has to suck."

Paul looked between the two. 'What he meant was: It will be great to have someone to fuck there,' he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "I'll be going then. I'll call you tomorrow," he said before leaving.

* * *

Eight years later, Pastor Paul Christensen looked toward the far end of the church as the doors opened. Escorted by her father, the most beautiful woman he had ever met began her walk down the aisle. Her stunning bridal gown clung to a figure he knew intimately, her large breasts bulging out of the top, her flared hips enhanced by the tight waist. He always thought that she was the most beautiful, sexy, passionate woman he had ever met, and this dress did nothing but reinforce those thoughts. He looked over at the tall groom, his white teeth glowing as he smiled happily, apparently thinking the same thoughts he was.

As the bride approached, he felt a twinge of loss as he asked, "Who gives this woman to be married today?"

Tom Walker smiled as he let go of his daughter's arm. "Her mother," he glanced back at his wife who was looking at the groom, rather than at her daughter, "and I do." He made a note to ask her why she didn't look happy to see the groom standing up at the altar.

After Tom took his seat next to his wife, Pastor Christensen continued. "Family and friends, welcome. We are gathered today to witness one of life's greatest blessings: two people choosing to bind their lives together in love. Thank you for joining us as we celebrate the marriage of Melissa Walker and Drew Callahan..."

Later, Paul couldn't recall if he said all the lines, or whether he messed anything up as images of a naked Melissa first discovering the joys of physical intimacy. After the ceremony, Pastor Christensen sat and watched as the couple received many toasts, urges to kiss, and smeared cake on each other's faces. Later, what he remembered most, was the dance he had with the bride and how she giggled and pressed her body against his stiff cock. She held him close and whispered, "Thinking impure thoughts? I've had many about you since that day." That memory stuck with him the rest of his life.