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We f****d like rabbits those last few, precious days of summer. I shouldn’t put it so crassly. What we did was so much more than f*****g. It was a caring and loving coming together of two willing and nubile late-teen bodies. What we did would definitely be classified as making love––voraciously and frequently––but that doesn’t sound like a very manly way to refer to it. That’s probably what Ty would call it if he had been lucky enough to bag Lexi.
Lexi was a creative and enthusiastic lover. She went from being a sweet innocent at the beginning of summer to being familiar with all of the varied ways to pleasure a man as August came to a close. I was the luckiest man in the world to have been the one to take that journey with her. I had started out as the coach to an eager student, but
