We drove to my apartment after we exchanged the usual, “what do you like to do” type of questions. I was just a block or two away from the park, on Marine Drive, so there wasn’t even all that much time to build up anticipation.
Steven changed a lot once we got in the door. Ah…the testosterone and daring of the young! He had me up against the door, his tongue in my mouth and hands roaming under my shirt, squeezing the bulge of my crotch before we even said hello. Before I even had the chance to offer him a beer.
I liked his aggressiveness and responded. I felt my temperature rise as his heat pressed into my flesh. I could barely get out the words, “Let’s go in the bedroom,” my voice was so hoarse from desire, my head spinning from lust and want and need. Our clothes were in disarray as we
