“Yeah. In case you’re interested, you’re a hell of a lay.”
It was insulting, but it was funny, too. We both laughed. I left while he went to the restroom to clean up. We didn’t make another date, but I knew I’d see him again. I did, once. We drove to another town, and he rented a motel room where I learned to suck his big c**k before he f****d my ass for two whole days. We both knew it was over as we drove home. He’d satisfied his curiosity and excited mine. For some strange reason, it didn’t bother either of us. I’d never be the same, but my time with him was finished. I held his c**k and balls most of the way home in gratitude. He made some disparaging remarks, but he didn’t push my hand away.
Damon Ridge became the focus of my life, and after I’d practically abandoned him the last few
