“Well, looking forward to school?” I asked him, hoping to find some kind of topic that might rekindle his energized spirit. “Classes? Fuck no. I mean, maybe Blowjobs for May, but that’s it.” mature he replied. “Wait, May?” I asked him. “I thought you two had broken up.” He nodded. “Yeah, we did. She just wasn’t ready. But being away from home for a while gives a guy some time to think, and I’m not ready to give her up. I’m gonna keep trying, and I’m gonna get her.” “You sound certain you’re going to end up with her.” I noted, trying to hide the bitterness in my tone. Carson nodded. “I always do.” He told me. Our conversation died out as we picked up the controllers again and resumed our game. A few minutes later, the door opened. I had assumed it was Mr. Carter at first, but someone completely different entered. It was a girl of maybe 17, possibly 18, with brown hair flowing right down to her ass. I had to admit, she had quite the shapely figure, a very adult one, like she looked older than she was. A serious, almost stern yet still beautiful face helped supplement this look. She was carrying several heavy-looking bags, travel bags or something, with her into the kitchen. “I’m home!” She announced, unaware of my presence in the house just yet. “You’re late.” Carson dryly replied. “A few weeks late.” “Well, what if I didn’t want to see the rest of our family? You two finally settled on what a plan for him and that was it. At those words, Cameron was relieved. Becky took a big gulp of air and let two smaller pushes squirt out. The agent looked at me in amazement until I told her, “She’s going to do a lot of shopping.” One of my bags weighed 43.6 pounds. I drew my eyes away again and dove into convocation with the girls, trying not to glance back at the handsome stranger who still watched me. “Wish I could stay down longer, I’d get me a nice shot of pure protein.” She grinned at me and went back down. He was certain that he would drain every Blowjobs person in the room dry. Mom and Dad's anniversary was coming up and they always rented a room in a cottage in Vermont that they had used for their wedding night. We walked along the moat with our hands entwined, and watched Yavara’s new city bustle with life. There were a ton of other shops, and restaurants all around it too. When I released her from my clutches, mature she fell back panting hard. The younger soldier, a fresh recruit with a beardless, boyish face, could stay in the background no longer.