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battle for consciousness.
     
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3. The Proposal:
     
    After Darren had his fun, he was true to his word and like the little boy he sometimes was, he left to go back to the beach where he had previously left his friends. He could not believe his luck in having a girlfriend like Carla. She was certainly a class above the other girls he knew and usually hung around with. She always dressed nicely, looked stunning and she always smelt beautiful. He could not believe he had just visited her and she’d opened her legs for him. He knew she wouldn’t do that for anyone else, only him. She was the one true lady of his dreams and it made him feel special knowing he could have her anytime he wanted. He knew she loved and craved for him. She had a body to die for and sometimes Darren thought he would do just that if he had to. Otherwise, why would she let me shag her? He asked himself.
     
    He made his way to the beach where he could see his mate Smithy still there, along with another lad and two young girls in their teens. They were sitting around a fire they’d lit. It wasn’t really cold but the fire gave off a comforting glow. The two girls were drinking cider from a shared bottle and the boys were drinking cans of lager. Darren grabbed a can and sat beside them; he could smell a faint aroma of pot, something they occasionally participated in, although Darren had almost stopped smoking it as he knew for sure that Carla would not approve. Smithy spoke first, and he had a grin on his face.
    “You weren’t long, did she throw you out?” he laughed. Darren took a long swig of his lager.
     
    “She was busy writing her book thingy, I just gave her a seeing-to and left her to it.”
     
    “In your dreams,” said one of the girls, not believing a word of it as they all started giggling.
     
    “Hey, she was gagging for it, so I fucked her brains out,” he shot back, with a smug look on his face. He really didn’t care if they believed him, he knew what he had just done.
     
    “In your dreams,” repeated the disbelieving Smithy.
     
    “Well, it couldn’t have been much of one, you’ve only been gone a few minutes,” laughed one of the girls.
     
    Darren didn’t answer, he was thinking of Carla lying on the bed exhausted after her ‘seeing-to’.
     
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    Carla showered after getting Darren to leave. She was feeling a bit cheapened, wondering how she had actually got to the stage where she would allow a young boy, five years her junior, and pop in and use her like he had done. She fancied him a lot, his body was in superb shape and looking at him brought all the right tingles coursing through her body, but she wished he would learn how to make love to her and not just use her as some sort of sperm dumping ground. She hadn’t had many boyfriends and had only slept with six people; none of them one night stands. Carla had to be in a relationship before she would share her body with anyone and even then the first time would always be with fear and always in the dark.
     
    She thought she would be able to train Darren in the art of lovemaking, not that she was any expert herself, but she knew that at some time foreplay needs to be involved. Darren’s idea of being tender and passionate was just to go slower. Now she wasn’t sure if she had the time for this anymore or even the inclination. It was proving to be a harder task then she thought. She longed for Darren to make love to her, slowly and sensually and touch and kiss her in places that made her tingle. She now doubted if it would ever come and she wondered why all the guys she had been with were all the ‘wham bam, thank you ma’am’ type. One thing Darren did give her during their lovemaking was security. He made her feel safe and nobody had made her feel like that before.
     
    She was looking forward to having lunch tomorrow at Caesar’s with her