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I've never
squirted before. I want to squirt, too. You can't have all that fun
to yourself."
    "Yeah. After I'm done with him, you can have
him." They both laugh. I completely ignore them until we arrive at
Gina's apartment.
    Sara and I carry a very drunk Gina from the
apartment's parking lot to her bedroom. Of course, we take the
elevator. Gina drags her feet the whole time. Sara, being drunk,
makes things a little heavier for me. As Sara looks for the keys to
the apartment, I prop up Gina. I am not a strong man. Gina's right
arm is around my neck. I bend my knees and hold her waist to keep
her standing. When Sara opens the door, we carry Gina to her
bedroom. We leave Gina on her bed. Gina lays there asleep and
snoring like a little baby.
    Sara and I sit together on a couch with a
small lamp. I turn on the small lamp. The apartment is dimly lit. I
ignore her annoying alcoholic breath. My lips kiss her forehead
repeatedly. I feel like I am kissing her intellect, which is not
very high after so much drinking. I stroke her black hair and
caress her occipital region with tenderness. After a lot of kissing
on the cheeks and lips, Sara asks me to make love.
    "Now? Are you sure, Sara? After so much
drinking, I figured you would fall asleep." We sit side by side.
Her head rests on my shoulder as my lips continue kissing her
forehead repeatedly.
    "I am tired of only kisses. Give me love,
Jimmy." Sara puckers up to kiss her lips.
    "What if your sister wakes up? We can't do it
here."
    "Yes, we can. She's asleep. I'm tired of you
saying no to everything."
    "I don't want your sister to catch me in the
act of shooting."
    "Who cares? Oh, I want you to finger me again
too."
    "In your dreams, I am not going to do that
tonight. Your sister is within a short distance. Also, this is your
punishment for talking about my intimacies against my wishes.
Please, stop insisting your sister won't wake up. It can
happen."
    "Punishment? What are you talking about? You
are so hard to understand. I don't get you. My sister is asleep.
Stop making excuses. Make me happy." Sara pulls on my shirt. Sara
undresses to show a strapless purple bra and panty. Her crossed
bare legs look very sexy. My hands caress both of her legs with
delight. My lips kiss her belly repeatedly. I enjoy how her smooth
skin feels. The desire to make love to her is very strong. Luckily,
I am ready with a condom.
    "Jimmy, I am tired of kissing. When are you
going to make love to me?" Sara becomes impatient. I like to enjoy
the view before I make love. I am becoming the guy that has random
drunk sex with his girlfriend. Love isn't real, but it consumes me.
This might not happen again. I savor every second of it. I undress,
place the condom, and turn the lamp off.
    In the darkness, I use my hands to find Sara.
I stand near the couch. My hands find her hips. Her knees touch
mines. Sara is lying on the couch. Her knees are bent, and her feet
touch the floor. I separate her knees so I can travel to the
destination. I feel the cloth of her panty to move it aside. I
search for an area of depth to sink into. Once inside the cylinder,
I grab her hips and push them towards my waist. Her legs wrap
around my waist. It feels like Sara's legs hugs me.
    Moving my hips back and forward, I begin the
pleasure of love. My movement is made slowly and gently to last
longer. When pleasure begins to rise, I withdraw myself from the
cylinder. I bend over to search for her breast to grab and fondle
them. My lips find her Adam's apple, and my tongue licks her throat
repeatedly in a vertical motion. I suck on her jaw and lower lip. I
stand up straight again to resume humping her. I repeat the above
pattern of love making three more times.
    After withdrawing a few times, I make love
until I reach the orgasm. To my surprise, it takes a long time to
achieve nirvana. Sara's moans of ecstasy encourage me. She makes me
feel like a man. Slowly, my head feels light-headed, and my heart
rate rises. As pleasure builds up, my