"That was unreal," she whispered to me and all I could do was nod at her. Cupping her cheek with my hand, I kissed her one more time and then waited until she started moving. I knew she had to get home.
Helping her get dressed again, I walked her out to her car and helped her get in. Once again, I was hit by an enormous sadness as I watched her drive away. Like a part of me was missing suddenly. It was a foreign feeling for me. I had never experienced it in my entire life. A longing so strong that I felt like I might just die without her. What did that even mean? Was there something wrong with me? I was undeniably and immutably in love with her, and I knew it.
When I crawled into bed a few minutes later, I realized that Lacy's p***y juice had soaked through my bedspread, soiling the shee
