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” she asked as a small look of relief crept across her face. Just trying to make you feel better.” She playfully punched me in the arm.
My hands were still pressed against her upper thighs, my fingers poking further underneath the bottom of her shorts, inching towards her panties. ” “Knowing this is why I drink.” Her nagging about the most retarded things pissed me off beyond belief. No wonder my blood pressure was bordering on hypertension. Being the clueless bastard I am, I probably parked in the furthest lot from her gate, but I’m getting experience and that’s what counts. Surprisingly, I found my way to her arrival spot easily and had to wait about fifteen minutes for her plane to land. It wasn’t empty, but wasn’t filled with a mob of passengers. Hun, I think I can handle three suitcases.” So this year I’ve worn shorts from the day school began until the end of the first semester, December 23rd. I was this close to getting a hernia (spreads thumb and pointer finger less than an inch apart). One of those carts,” said Larisa as she quickly walked over to get it. The thing about my car’s CD player was that there was no CD slot in the dashboard. I thought about you all the time.” I took her hand and kissed it, reciprocating the same gesture. I could see how much she loved me from how she looked at me, and also by how she kissed me. Maybe a B .” “Well that’s good.” She hesitated for a moment, looking down at her hands, twiddling her fingers. “You didn’t seem to mind at the family reunion,” replied Val as she rubbed her body against my erection as I lied pinned on her bed. It’s a lot nicer than seeing a street filled with minorities and homeless people for weeks at a time. I carried my boxes up to my room to finish putting my stuff in its proper place and “dusting it off”. I thought of her the entire time I unpacked, staring impatiently at the clock until it was time to pick her up at the airport. ” I yelled for her on my way out the door to go to the airport because I forgot my CD holder. After all, I was going to need something relaxing for when I got stuck in airport traffic and/or got lost. After about a half hour minute ride, I was at the airport. I left myself enough time to wander around the airport looking for her terminal. In all seriousness, our relationship wasn’t that bad. I’m not saying that we aren’t sarcastic and standoffish… After about an hour-long drive, we finally got back home. The trees were covered in leaves, the grass slightly long. When you’re around a nice neighborhood like mine all the time when you’re little, you don’t appreciate the beauty of it. Even though we talked everyday, I yearned to hold her, to feel her soft body against mine, to stare into her loving brown eyes. I missed the way she laughed, the way she smelled, the way she tied me up and gave me a foot job. That’s why I spent 2 months driving around with the following CDs – a Metallica bootleg you couldn’t even understand due to shitty quality, Oasis, Presidents of the United States of America, and two Tantric albums. I had selected some Metallica and Avril Lavigne CDs for the ride.