Sex in the Sky

“Hey everyone. Sorry for making everyone wait so long. Back here with the 6th episode though am very late this time. College started and barely got time to write but I promise that the next episode, which is the final one will be posted real soon!

Enjoy this episode till then.”

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Having gone through stressful mental trauma, caused mainly by his own thoughts and mind, Aiden was finally letting go and enjoying himself. A naked Will had him pressed against a wall as they fiercely kissed, while Will ground his crotch against a fully clothed Aiden. The younger boy elicited moans that were greedily captured by his lover’s mouth, barely giving him any space to breathe.

There was some confusion in the back of Aiden’s mind. Why had Will been acting weirdly and even cold-shouldering him earlier? But he let those thoughts melt away as he lost himself in the passionate lover that was Will; the great solid chiseled body, the perfect musculature, the soft lips and aquiline face; all topped off with a healthy dose of passion.

Aiden was being kissed by Will almost punishingly. He was firmly geld against the wall as Will continued to ravage his mouth, then slipped his hand into the waist band of jeans and began tugging them down, forcing his lover to join his state of nakedness. Aiden was having a hard time breathing and was sucking at the air in Will’s mouth to sustain his own respiration. He was hot and heavy and could not sense anything other than the flood of sensations Will was making him experience.

Will suddenly jerked up Aiden’s thighs, making them straddle his hips on either side. Still smothering Aiden’s lips with his own, he stumbled as he walked for both of them towards the bedroom. Upon reaching there he unceremoniously dumped Aiden on the bed. Aiden writhed about and struggled to get out of his confining clothes moaning ‘I want you so bad’.

While smiled evilly and pounced upon Aiden who had barely gotten rid of his underwear till then. His lips were back to being punished by Will’s who was greedily biting and forcing his mouth upon them. Aiden was certain that his lips would be all swollen and puffy later, but he did not care about that now. Will and he had had rough sex the first few days after they met, but it had become more of gentle love-making sessions ever since the day he was anxious when Tinka had first cast aspersions on Will. Now seemingly Will was back to wanting it rough and animalistic and Aiden was fine with that. He opened his eyes and noticed Will’s hungry ones. Then he noticed something was a little off with Will’s eyes. There was a white glint along the cornea which was slowly dissolving as he watched. Was he hallucinating?

As Will pressed himself further into the boy, he suddenly reached below and started guiding his rock hard erection into Aiden. Aiden was shocked. Will was not using a condom and was pressing against his hole aggressively now. Aiden shut his eyes tightly and braced himself for the pain as Will continued to enter him while at the same time ravenously attacked his mouth. They had never had sex without a condom before. Why was Will wanting it now? Maybe he was so high that he had lost control; but should Aiden himself allow it?

Aiden groaned, more with pain than with pleasure, but his groans were lost in Will’s mouth. Aiden knew what was happening was not what he would have approved of in his normal state of mind, but then he thought of how Will had been snubbing him recently. If he denied Will right now, the chasm between them might grow further. Aiden had no intention of losing Will. He gasped with pain as Will entered him fully, his pubes coming in contact with Aiden’s ass cheeks, Aiden on his back and his legs flung wildly into the air.

Will withdrew all the way outside and slammed back into the boy. Aiden yelped with pain and squirmed as he lightly pressed his knees against Will’s chest, signaling him to take it slow. But it seemed Will had other things in mind. Will withdrew once more till the head and foisted his hard member inside Aiden’s hole. “Will…” Aiden cried out in the middle of mind-numbing pain; pain that was excruciating. That’s when Will picked up pace.

Will wildly pulled in and out and stared to savagely fuck the Alchemist. Fucking him like a sore pig. Pistoning in and out, driving his member till the last millimeter, as Aiden’s ass muscles lost all hope and screamed in pain. Will had just begun. The veins on his penis distended obscenely as he continued to brutalize the boy. He had pinned down Aiden’s hands on either side of the boy and was ingesting all the boy’s screams, capturing them with his own mouth.

Aiden was in hell. His asshole was burning, making him experience pain he had never felt before in his life. The lack of lubrication and Will’s pace huge member were too much for him. He was struggling and writhing beneath the demonic form of Will which continued to assault him. His muscles were sore from the fruitless struggle he was using to get Will to stop, his strength insignificant in front of his powerful lover. Will had fingers of both hands tightly interlocked with Aiden as he held his hands against the bed sheet. Aiden was trying to bite onto Will’s mouth but it was proving ineffective as Will even continued to batter his mouth. The boy was not even being able to ask for him to stop. Tears left his eyes owing to the unbearable pain

Suddenly Will let go of Aiden’s mouth to gasp for breath. Aiden seized the moment as he let out a high pitched scream. “WIIILLLL STOP.”

Will stopped moving as Aiden looked up into the eyes of his lover. They were white in color, and he was sure of it this time. They were watering and turning lucid slowly, as if Will wanted to cry. And they were also slowly returning to their intense green shade. Suddenly Will balked as the forces of Subjugation overpowered him once more. He would continue his brutalization of the boy. But Aiden had had enough. He instantly brought both his feet against Will’s pectorals and kicked with all his strength.

Will went sailing through the air as he crashed into a wall behind, his head slamming the wall as he plummeted into it. And there he sat still upright, his eyes wide open. They were White in color.

Aiden mustered all his strength as he jumped off the bed. There were tears streaming down his face. Tears of pain. Aiden hated crying.

“What’s wrong with you Will?” he bellowed almost pleadingly. Will did not answer. He just continued to stare at the boy in front of him. Aiden’s ass was hurting bad. He was pretty sure he was bleeding or something but did not have he courage to reach a hand behind to check. He looked about frantically for his clothes and then quickly slipped on his jeans without his underwear. He was getting out of here as fast as possible; as fast as the current state of his body allowed him.

Aiden wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand as he quickly collected his stuff and fled from the room.

Will stretched out a hand as if begging him to stop. “Aiden.” He called out softly, but the boy was not listening. The door slammed as Aiden bolted from the flat.

~~~

Aiden’s entire body hurt. His muscles were burning. His butt hurt like a thousand stinging needles. But none of that pain matched the pain in his heart. He hated the fact that tears had recently left his eyes; even though they had been tears of pain. He never cried.

Aiden ran out of Will’s building entrance as fast as he could. He had no car this time. He would have to run towards college on foot. What would he do now?

‘What was wrong with Will?’ he questioned himself again and again. ‘What happened to Will suddenly?’ ‘Why had Will tried to rape him so savagely?’ Aiden felt contempt at himself as he thought about how he himself must somehow be at fault for all this.

His whole world had gone drastically awry in the last one day. From rejection to doubts and anxiety, from accusations to long formed friendships at the brink of destruction, from confused friends to misguided lovers, from lovers to savage abusers; what the fuck was happening to his world?

Aiden continued running towards his college as he contemplated what he should do. He wished that the earth would just open up and swallow him up. Maybe he should just jump over the bridge to his death. But isn’t suicide for cowards who can’t face the tribulations of life. Isn’t that throwing away precious life?

A heavy fog was gradually descending as Aiden ran. It being late evening, the surroundings were dark and they were now being heavily shrouded. Aiden’s footsteps resounded all along the pavements he ran. The boy was scared. Why had his lover treated him like that? Why had he been so brutal? What kind of beast had gotten into him? Is this how beautiful people toyed around with inferior looking ones? Play around with their feelings and then use them as trash cans? Was this what Will thought of him; treat him like a charity case for some time, coddle him all along and then trample all over him?

Aiden felt sick at himself for all the negative thoughts. There had to be an explanation for all of it. Will was not like this. After all, had he not said that he would always stay by his side? And what was that white glow in his eyes that he had noticed? Also Aiden did not want to admit it to himself at that time, but he was certain that he had seen extreme sorrow and regret on Will’s face when he had hastily departed from his apartment.

Aiden slowed down his running gasping for breath. The fog around him was getting thicker and thicker. It was hardly possible to see more than a few feet anymore. Where did such mysterious mist suddenly appear from?

Aiden stopped completely to catch his breath. His body was still sore and his butt was absolutely raging with pain by now. Even the weather seemed to be working against him now. He balked as he heard footsteps coming towards him. Someone was approaching. He strained his eyes in the direction of the footsteps. A tall shape was slowly appearing amidst the thick smoke. Aiden braced himself as he thought about how he would face his rapist lover.

The shape gradually emerged from the mist. It was Scott; Scott White.

~~~

Will sobbed uncontrollably as his entire body shook and shuddered. What was happening to him? Why could he not control himself? What had he just done? Why had he hurt his love?

Aiden had begged him to stop and he had ruthlessly continued. The eyes of his lover had cried out in pain and hurt and he himself wanted nothing more than to stop and comfort his lover. But he had not been able to do that. What had his Empress done to him?

The air before the shuddering fallen angel began to warp and deform as slowly a young girl with golden tresses and blue eyes appeared on the material plane. Empress Woe had just appeared before her servant. But she did not have much time. Night would fall soon and she would be forced to return to the Kingdom of Void.

“You, Arangyunus have become pathetic!” The little girl held out her right palm and stretched the fingers apart, hovering above Black’s chest. A dark glow emanated from her digits as Black suddenly lurched forward and blood gushed out from his mouth.

“And I am forced to do this to you,” the little girl continued as the eyes of her guardian were being forced to turn to a milky white shade.

The Empress had had enough. She had waited too long for the Alchemist to come willingly to her. And now even her own servant was serving her unwillingly. He had even managed to momentarily counter the dominance of the ‘Stone of Subjugation’, all saturated in those icky feelings of love and compassion he felt for the boy. Feelings that were even overwhelming loyalty to her. She would not tolerate this. She would force Black to place her will at first priority, no matter what the cost.

She withdrew her hand as she finished maximizing the effects of the Stone embedded into Black’s heart. Now he would obey her even as his heart bled.

All she had to do now was to make him find the Alchemist and quickly set matters right. Wooing the Alchemist would come to an abrupt halt now. She would resort to coercing the boy to do her will. And if the alchemist went out of control, she would kill him.

~~~

Aiden flinched as Scott neared him. He was in an unstable mood. Scott neared him with a look of sorrow, with empathy in his eyes, but Aiden was not sure how Scott would react now; and more importantly, how he should react. Shouldn’t he just run away from there? Scott had tried to make a move on him earlier. What would Scott attempt to do now? Rape him?

“Aiden.” Scott called out softly as he stepped towards him slowly.

Aiden had a pained expression on his face as he took a small step backwards. His body was burning all over. Should he shut out this friend too? He had been running away too much.

“Aiden please.” Scott called out. The mighty angel was having an arduous time with the boy here. And all he wanted right now was to comfort and protect him.

“Please Aiden, I will not do anything that displeases you.”

The pupils of Aiden’s eyes were shaking unsteadily. Then suddenly he relaxed and let his body loose. Immediately Scott stepped forward and enveloped him in his alms. Aiden made no attempt to shrug him off. He just let himself loose in the warm embrace that was the mighty Keeper of the Light.

White hugged the alchemist protectively in his alms, the embrace firm enough to let the boy know of the security he intended to offer. Fog was thick around the conjoined pair, fog that had been summoned by the white angel himself. He put a hand over Aiden’s head who sighed and rested his head upon the sturdy man’s shoulder. The mighty angel had wanted to hug the boy since so long. Just hold him tight and kiss him. But he would have to curb all his longings even now.

White sensed the extreme discomfort and restlessness the boy was experiencing, even the physical pain burning through him. Slowly he crept into the boys mind and chanted a lulling spell into it. The boy would relax and fall asleep. White had promised never to enter the boy’s mind unless a dire situation required him to do so. Now seemed the time.

Aiden felt his entire body relaxing, the physical pain was magically subsiding. His tense body was slowly falling slack against Scott’s solid body. There was thick fog around them and visibility was reduced to zero. But he did not care for now. His eye lids were getting heavy as he felt something warm and fluffy enveloping his entire body, wrapping itself around him. He wondered what it was but his eyes would not open, he was too lost in the soporific effect Scott was having on him. Soporific and calming. He trusted Scott, despite what he had attempted earlier. The last thing Aiden saw in his mind before he slipped into a peaceful slumber was Will’s face; happy and smiling; telling him he would always stay by his side.

White had brought out his great wings. The spotless wings were wrapped around the boy, protecting him from the chilled air and from dangers unseen. He gently held the boy as he fell asleep and then easily lifted him into his alms, walking over to a bench on the pavement side and lying down on it along with Aiden on top off him, still cocooned in his pearly wings, wings that resembled soft white petals of roses, warm, safe and peaceful. He stretched out an arm from beneath wings as Aiden squirmed in his sleep.

“Guardian Ability 12; Sheltered Enclave.” Spiritual energies dissipated from his hand and formed a spherical cordon around the lying pair. The cordon would prevent people from noticing them there throughout the night. It would also shield them from Empress Woe and Black.

White slipped back his arm around Aiden who smiled in his sleep and held onto him tighter. The great white angel looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the boy, feeling happy that he could at least momentarily rid the boy of the demons that possessed him a few minutes back. He knew not what lay ahead of them, but he knew on thing, he would give his all to protecting the boy.

~~~ ~~~

The Empress was furious. She had spent a restless eight hours - the night time on the material plane, fruitlessly searching for the alchemist. But the boy had simply vanished. All efforts to try and trace him had been in vain. And now she was back on the material plane; she had gotten there at the first crack of dawn and ordered Black to try and track down the Alchemist as well. Where was the boy? Had Witenhoem gotten him before? The consequences of that would be drastic.

The Empress had split from her guardian to speed up the search. She had been telepathically relaying messages to Black all along but the two of them were having no luck. She beckoned Black to meet up with her soon.

Using spells and tracing techniques were seeming pointless. She and Black would have to physically travel to various places and see if they could pick up any trace of the boy.

~~~

Aiden lolled about lazily as something vibrated against his leg. He felt the hard surface on which he lay and wondered where the warm feeling that had enveloped him till a few moments back had vanished. Suddenly he jerked up awake. His phone was buzzing in his cargo pockets, and that had been the juddering feeling against his leg.

He looked about frantically as he dug his hand into his pocket to retrieve the phone. It was early morning. He had been sleeping on a sidewalk bench all night? How did he end up here? He glanced at his phone display. 7:03 AM on a Monday morning; and it was Dominic calling.

“Hello.” Aiden whispered into the phone holding in his breath as memories of the previous day crashed through his mind, overwhelming all his senses.

“Aiden, it’s me. Where are you?”

“Uh, I’m…” Aiden looked about frantically and caught sight of Scott who was squatting atop a five foot fence with his alms hanging down loose. Scott grinned sheepishly as he realized Aiden had noticed him. Blue eyes and shining golden hair; he was every bit as stunning as Aiden remembered him to be.

“Aiden I am at your dorm room right now, and you’re not here. I need to talk to you,” Dominic stated impatiently from the other side of the line. “Where are you?”

Aiden was still staring at the picturesque vision of the beautiful man before him. Had this man watched over him all night? That was too weird!

“I’m just, just outside right now,” Aiden finally stammered back into the phone. “Why do you need to talk?” he whispered fearing the worst.

“Can you meet me outside Café beans in 20 minutes?”

“Yeah, that’ll be…”

“Fine then, see you there.”

Aiden heard the phone click as Dominic disconnected the line. What was going on? He looked at his phone display to find three missed calls by Dominic. Was he sleeping that peacefully that he did not wake up earlier? He usually slept like a watchdog; awaking at the slightest sound or movement.

“Scott,” Aiden took a deep breath before asking. “Did I spend the entire night here?”

“Yup.” Scott replied cheekily as he jumped down form the fence.

“And you were there too?” Aiden asked incredulously.

“Yup; watching over you.”

Aiden turned red. He was feeling all warm and tingly inside, but this was way too weird for him. “Err, I’m sorry about last night; was having a really rough time.”

“No problem.” Scott replied with a sad smile on his face. It was a pleasure to look after you.”

Aiden was at a loss of words. A pair off joggers trotted by frowning at a groggy boy who just woke up after a night’s sleep on the sidewalk bench. He swung his legs and got off the bench in one swift motion. He had no idea what to say to Scott. But he had to meet Dominic in 20 minutes and he had to take care off his breath and hair before that.

“Ok, I gotta go now.” He stated flatly as he collected himself and straightened his clothes.

What do you want?”

“Your virginity,” she breathed sexily. “That sucker has my name written all over it.”

“If you say so.”

“Oh, I “know” so,” she declared, her silky voice developing a confident edge that all women possess when conversation turns to sex. They are, after all, the sole beneficiaries of the keys that unlock the wonderful treasures that reside between their legs.

Mary jumped to her feet without ceremony, grabbing my hand on the way and jerking me off the bench with her momentum. I stood on wobbly legs, still stupefied, albeit pleasantly surprised, by Mary’s undeniable attraction to me.

“C’mon, I want to show you something,” she said, leading me away from the bench.

We journeyed deeper into the heart of the cemetery, the monotonous sound of our feet slapping against the service road’s asphalt piercing the tranquil silence we had previously basked in. The stars glittered in the sky like sequins pasted to a black backdrop, depressing me slightly because, like the thousands of occupants surrounding us six feet under, each one of the shimmering dots of light were but the sole remains of what had once been animated.

Simply holding Mary’s hand made me feel happier than I’ve felt in a long time. It was soft and warm, and every time she gave my flesh a brief squeeze it reminded me of how extraordinary it had felt when she shamelessly massaged my cock.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise.”

Our destination appeared to be the vacant lot at the rear of the cemetery. Once the main section had reached its maximum capacity – which wouldn’t come into effect for at least another few years – the new arrivals would be delivered here for their final resting place.

Off to our right was a medium-sized utility shed in which the maintenance crew stored their gardening equipment, but other than that manmade structure there was nothing except a sweeping grassy field in view – not even a small tree or shrub was within sight.

“Okay, so what are you supposed to be showing me?”

“Two things, the first of which is that,” she said, pointing at a patch of earth a few feet in front of us. I followed the invisible line extending from her finger, and my eyes leapt wide when I discovered what she was referring to.

The light the moon cast down on us was minimal, which clearly explained why my eyes had scanned past the lush carpet of grass at our feet. Each blade was roughly eight inches high, fashioned into a neat square that separated it from the rest of the freshly mowed lawn. To the trained, imaginative eye the square of grass looked approximately the same size as a double bed, the dark green blades so thick and full that it might be as comfortable as the mattress I slept on nightly.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed. The gardener must’ve missed this section of the lawn but it bewildered me as to how or why. It was in plain sight, not fifty feet away from the maintenance shed.

I turned to Mary and regarded her quizzically. “What’s the second thing you’re showing me?”

“This,” she said softly. Both sets of her slender fingers hooked underneath her canary-yellow t-shirt and she peeled it inside out up her torso, revealing a pale yellow bra supporting two generously proportioned breasts. The cotton fabric floated to the ground and her hands attacked the entrance to her jeans, simultaneously undoing the button as she unzipped the fly.

My hands found her wrists before she could push the denim fabric over her hips, thus halting her disrobement. “What’re you doing?” I whispered.

Mary laughed softly. It wasn’t like the mocking snickers that I had grown so accustomed to hearing in my presence; instead it was more of a friendly teasing sound.

“You know what I mean. Why here? Why now? There’s no need to rush into this.”

She shook her head adamantly, her thick black mane whipping from one side of her face to the other. “No, we need to have sex tonight.”

“Why? Do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?” I joked.

“Kind of.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. Her words implied that our union would be impermanent, that tonight would be our only opportunity to engage in the act of sex. Although sex was playing heavily on my mind at present, the prospect of not knowing Mary beyond tonight was unthinkable.

But this whole train of thought flew the coop when she began shedding the rest of her clothes like a snake sloughing its skin, her movements fluid and sexy. Her jeans and bra fell away from her body in a matter of seconds, leaving a lonely pair of panties hugging her crotch and well-rounded ass cheeks. The cotton fabric was unsurprisingly yellow, although this variation of the color was so pale that it would be more aptly described as lime. And then they too were sent racing down her long legs, leaving nothing between my hands and her nude body except a tiny parcel of empty space.

Her body was, for want of a better word, absolutely gorgeous. Every inch of her deliciously pale skin was illuminated by an even paler moon. It was as if she’d purposefully positioned herself for the optimum coverage of moonlight, giving me a perfect view of her lovely face, curvaceous chest, flat stomach and the silvery tuft of hair sprouting from between her legs.

She cocked her head and gazed adoringly into my eyes, the smile on her sensuous lips generating so much warmth that I was amazed my skin wasn’t blistering. “That’s precisely why girls like me like guys like you,” she said.

“Huh? Why?”

“The way you’re looking at me right now.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you’ve just won the State Lottery,” she grinned.

“I think I just did,” I murmured, unable to keep my gaze focused on any one part of her luscious body.

“Then come here and claim your prize, tiger.”

I wrapped my arms around her bare waist and leaned in to kiss her. It should’ve felt awkward that Mary was in the buff and I fully clothed, yet I felt completely comfortable as I slid my hands over the smooth contours of her naked back. Our lips brushed, and then a surge of lust burst through my body and my tongue wormed its way into her parted mouth, licking and sucking on hers when I located it.

Breath, saliva and unintelligible murmurs were exchanged with mutual affection. Our hormones, which had thus far been somewhat subdued, escaped from their cages and released themselves into the wild.

Mary’s hands groped my ass cheeks, gave them a playful squeeze, and then she forced the lower half of my body to collide with hers, which wedged my stiff cock between our bodies like a piece of meat between two slices of bread.

Having her soft breasts squished against my chest, coupled with the underside of my erection being rubbed against her abdomen, was driving me crazier than a suicide bomber. All I wanted to do was lay Mary down on the bed of grass, spread her legs open and then slide all the way up inside her.

“Peter?” she panted, ending our game of tonsil hockey.

“Yes?”

“Could you do me a really big favor?”

“Anything,” I whispered, giving Mary a gentle kiss on the lips.

“I need you to play with my body,” she implored. “Please play with me, Peter. I need you to make me feel good.”

This wasn’t the kind of invitation you tear up and throw into a trash can. I’d dreamed off this kind of offer for as long as I could remember, although never in my wildest fantasies had a girl as beautiful as Mary requested it in our current surroundings.

Not waiting for a response, Mary disentangled herself from my loose grip and parked her shapely behind centre-perfect on the lush bed of grass. At first she tried lying down on her back, but finding it uncomfortable for whatever reason, she changed tactics by bracing her arms behind her and rose into a half-sitting position.

Throughout this her legs remained firmly closed, both limbs running parallel in front of her, pointing west like a needle on a compass.

I got down on my knees, my body trembling with anticipation when I arrived at her side. Sweat trickled down my face, each rivulet tracing a unique path that would never be duplicated. My hands fidgeted with impatience. I desperately wanted to touch her body, but I have to admit that I was more than just slightly daunted by the task allocated.

“How do you want me?” she asked with a smile.

“Uh…”

“Would you like my legs to stay closed or would you rather them open?”

My brain had a nuclear meltdown.

I was aware on some small level that I’d spoken English rather fluently for most of my life, but do you think that anything other than gibberish could flow from my lips after Mary uttered those words?

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed, throwing her legs apart and exposing her pretty pussy to my ogling eyes. Her puffy lips were shaved smooth, separated by a thin vertical slit that tucked everything away into a neat little package. Her groomed bush was undoubtedly black, but under the moon’s ever-present glow her neatly trimmed hairs appeared to be painted a dark shade of silver.

“So…”

A playful smirk graced her lips and she cocked her head. “So?” she echoed. She was totally relaxed, apparently unfazed by having her legs splayed open in front of a guy she hardly knew. If our roles were reversed, I would be dying from an extreme case of embarrassment.

“Gonna play with me? Or are you planning to sit there all night and drool?” she said.

I cleared my throat. “What would you like me to do?”

“Anything your little heart desires.”

“So this would be okay?” I asked, placing my left hand on her inner thigh.

“It’s all sorts of fine.”

Her skin was warm, supple, and it broke out into a million pebbles of gooseflesh as the tips of my fingers inched closer to the sweet apex of her legs. I teased the outer limits of her vagina, rubbed her everywhere but the place that mattered, and I was surprised by just how tender that area of her body truly was.

Leaving her pussy utterly unsatisfied, my hand took a leisurely stroll along her trim stomach and caressed its way up to her breasts; which were just begging to be squeezed like a couple of ripe melons. Never one to disappoint, I first palmed one and then the other, gently massaging each pillow of soft tissue while simultaneously rubbing her stiff, pale pink nipples with my thumb.

All of this occurred under her affectionate gaze, and her dazzling smile never once played hooky.

I leaned in to kiss her, our lips coming together with a lust-fuelled intensity. Mary, spurred on by my constant fondling, slipped into the role of the aggressor and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, attacking my own tongue with such a ferocious appetite that I struggled to keep my hand out of my pants.

Mary slipped her arms around my neck and used me as leverage to keep her upper body vertical. Our kissing became hotter, sexier, with Mary’s arousal peaking to such a fevered state that she jammed a hand inside my tan slacks and groped my aching cock.

“Finger me,” she panted around my swirling tongue.

As obedient and faithful as a guide dog, my hand raced down her body and I buried it between her legs. The first thing I noticed was a sticky wetness; it wasn’t like she was dribbling her juices like a leaky tap, but it was definitely salivating for what her hand was stroking. It was also a virtual furnace down there. A fierce heat radiated from her crotch, indicating that she was in dire need of being stimulated.

It was difficult to slip a digit into her without looking at the task at hand – which was kind of hard to do while making out – so my middle finger coasted up and down the shallow groove between her pussy lips until it worked its way inside.

“Mmph,” she whimpered, sucking harder on my tongue as my finger invaded her body.

The smooth, silken walls greeted my finger as it eased right up inside her, not stopping until the knuckles on either side were resting on her plump lips. She was warm, moist and devastatingly tight, leaving me to ponder how glorious it would feel to slide my engorged cock all the way into her.

We finally took a breather from our all-out tongue duel, locking eyes as we pulled our faces away and gulped in some oxygen.

“That is so damned hot,” Mary panted.

I thought she was referring to her burning pussy, which my finger was fucking to a nice, fast rhythm. Lacking in experience with this area of the female body – or any area for that matter – I had to content myself with solely jerking my finger in and out of her sticky honey pot, unsure if I could accurately locate her clit in an effort to get her even more excited.

“I can’t believe how warm it is,” I agreed.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, that too. I was actually talking about this being the first pussy you’ve ever fingered. You can’t believe how hot that makes me, knowing that I get first dibs on everything.”

“You…you like that I’m a virgin?”

“I love it! What girl wouldn’t?” she gushed. “And not only do I get to take your virginity, my mouth will also be the first to suck on your cock.” She wrapped her groping hand around the circumference of my erection and proceeded to jerk me off slowly, teasingly, and a mischievous light clicked on in her eyes when an agonized moan slipped from my throat. “Does imagining my lips around your cock make you all hot and bothered? Yeah, I bet it does. I love giving blowjobs, and I’m gonna make sure the one I give you is to the best of my ability.

“But for now, if you don’t think you’d mind too much, I’d really appreciate it if you ate my pussy.”

Mary’s candor regarding all things sexual was unequivocal. It constantly amazed me how frank and upfront she could be, whereas I’m stationed on the same curve but at the opposite end of the spectrum; embarrassed by uttering words like ‘pussy’, ‘cock’ or ‘fuck’ in her presence.

I combed my fingers through her hair and delivered a tender kiss to her lips. “You are so incredibly sexy,” I whispered. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Then get to it, tiger,” she ordered, giving my ass a playful slap. “My pussy desperately needs some tongue action.”

Soft blades of grass tickled my skin as I crawled along on my hands and knees, and when I came to a standstill I found myself situated snuggly between her spread thighs. Her musky scent surrounded me like a dense fog, making my mouth water. It was a gorgeous pussy, my previous, rather distant view not doing it any justice at all.

The rounded edges of her slit glistened in the moonlight, looking so yummy that I was prepared to dive in and chow down. But I didn’t. All I did was lay there on my stomach, feeling totally out of my depth, becoming more nervous and unsure as the seconds ticked into double digits. The whole setup down there looked as complicated as a Rubik’s Cube.

I’m a horny teenager with exceptional computer skills, so it’s not like I’ve never had the opportunity to view pornographic material. But from those movies you never get a sense of how to go about eating a girl out; it’s not like they’re performing tutorials on the fine art of pussy licking.

Mary’s hips squirmed around under my watchful gaze, most notably due to the lack of stimulation on my behalf. “You just gonna stare at it?” she whimpered.

My eyes flicked away from her vagina and met hers. “Well, it’s not like it comes with an instruction manual taped to your thigh,” I joked, my inexperience shining through like a Halogen spotlight.

“Okay, here’s a quick rundown,” she said, sliding her right hand between her legs and spreading her dewy lips apart. “My clit likes to play hide and seek, so you have to spread me open to get to it. This little fella right here – that’s my clit.” Her index finger flicked a little nub a few times. “When you begin, you can put your tongue anywhere, but as I get worked up you “have” to lick, suck or touch my clit, or else you’re just going to tease the shit out of me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“And don’t fret if you can’t get me off. You’ll definitely get close enough to make me cum when we fuck.”

I grinned at her. “You don’t like to mince words, do you?”

“Nope. I’m not that kinda gal.”

I relieved her fingers of their duty and spread her pussy open, marveling over how contrasting the pale outer lips were to the pinkish hue inside. I gave her a hesitant lick, sampling the flavor she was secreting. It tasted strange, slightly sweet, but not entirely unpleasant. And then, emboldened by the success of the test run, I lashed my tongue against her body in rapid-fire succession, each giant lick originating at her entrance and terminating at her clitoris.

“Oh, yes, keep going,” Mary encouraged, her hips reacting with a few involuntary shudders.

Heeding her advice, I continued to lap at her as if I were dying of thirst, needing to get her off so that she could stave off my dehydration by flooding my mouth with her succulent juices. All I could hear were the lewd slurps rising from her crotch and the moans of delight flowing from her mouth, both spurring me on to munch her delectable delicacy with a frenzied urgency.

Out of the blue I changed my strategy, ending my incessant licking by shoving my tongue deep inside her body. The results were instantaneous. Mary grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth flush against her lips, spearing my tongue into her as far as it could go.

“Yes,” she sighed in a dreamy voice. “That’s it, kiss my pussy.”

I shamelessly made out with her, although this time it was with a set of vertical lips that weren’t kissing back. Saliva mingled with her trickling juices, turning her pussy into such a sticky mess that I wondered if she might get angry. It either didn’t bother her or she was too sexed up to care, because she was crushing my mouth against her body in an effort to make me attack her slit with a heightened ferocity.

“Oh shit!” she cried. A powerful jolt from her hips shoved my head away from her crotch and dislodged my tongue.

It was the first time I had the luxury to view her pussy since I’d started pashing with it, and boy was it a beautiful sight: an angry red around the edges and coated in a fine layer of glistening liquid. It beckoned me with a couple of involuntary twitches, as if to say that it needed to be filled with something a lot bigger than a tongue or finger, possibly a cock – my cock, to be precise.

“I’m sorry about that, Peter.”

“It’s okay,” I panted. “It’s my own fault for being such a tease.”

“A man who claims responsibility,” she grinned, cupping the side of my face. “You truly are a rare specimen.”

I spread her apart again, and unable to locate her clit in the fuzzy light available, I covered my mouth over the general area and prayed that my licks and sucks landed with the accuracy of Muhammad Ali’s punches. Mary’s satisfied gasps and quaking body assured me that my persistency wasn’t going unrewarded, despite the fact that I really had no clue what I was doing.

“Yes!” she hissed. “Fuck yes, right there. Oh, Pete, that feels so damned good.”

My tongue, lips and jaw all started to ache from overuse, but the mere fact that Mary was thrusting her scrumptious pussy against my face helped me focus on her and not myself. Making her cum was more important to me than anything else in the world.

Her breathing became labored, as if she were hyperventilating. The interior of her pussy, which had already been coated in a film of juice and saliva, became slipperier, sloppier, producing an array of different slurps which hinted my table manners were atrocious. Throaty sighs fell from her lips. Hands clutched at the back of my neck, mashing my lips against her vagina. Her entire body, particularly the tasty area between her legs, repeatedly went as taut as a high tension power line, only giving out slack when my lapping tongue took a few momentary tea breaks. Anything she uttered was unintelligible, because all of her words ran together in a similar ranting as Mary Poppins’ in the movie of the same name.

“Yes, oh yes, I’m going to cum,” she cried out softly, shuddering uncontrollably against my mouth. “I’m going to cum!”

And then Mary came, but did so in a way that vastly differed from my expectations. It wasn’t like the Hollywood blockbuster I’d come to expect – flashing lights, big explosions, lots of fireworks – but more along the lines of an independent film that chooses substance over glamour.

Her eyes were screwed shut and her soft, sensuous mouth hung open in a silent moan, the pleasure so intense that her throat had shut down all access to her lungs. And then, gritting her teeth and trapping my head between her scissoring thighs, her entire body convulsed as if she were suffering a mild version of a cardiac arrest.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever bared witness to. Knowing that I was the sole reason her body reacted in this fashion, that I had successfully given her the greatest kind of pleasure a woman could receive; it turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

Spent for the time being, Mary flopped to the mattress of grass like a rag doll, still in the throes of the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Cripes,” she sighed, gently rocking her hips back and forth against my mouth. “Not bad, tiger. Not bad at all.”

I negotiated my escape from her clenched thighs and scampered up her body, savoring the feel of her warm, curvy form rubbing against me. Beads of sweat lined her brow and an excited, rosy flush had risen in her cheeks. She was smiling at me with gratitude.

“Hi,” I offered.

“Hi yourself.”

“Did I do okay?”

Mary cupped my face and gave me a tender kiss. “Don’t be coy,” she whispered. “You know damn well that you got me off.”

“Just checking.”

My imprisoned erection brushed against her wet crotch, killing two birds with one stone by soaking up her juices with my slacks and giving me some much needed relief. The heat emanating from her pussy could be detected through not only my trousers but also my briefs, making my cock ache with desire. It wanted to be in there, sliding around inside her very own private version of heaven.

“You really want to fuck me right now, don’t you?” she said.

“Y-yes.”

“What’re the odds? I really need to “be” fucked right now!” Mary kissed me softly while flicking her tongue against my mouth, tasting her own tangy juices. “Is that what you want to do, tiger? Fuck me? You poor baby, you’re so hard. I think we should definitely do something about that.”

Each time we kissed I could feel a part of me growing more attached to her, because I could sense that underneath her blatant dirtiness there lay an attraction for me that soared beyond the physical plane. A bizarre thought popped into my mind as I pondered this, and no amount of reason or logic could disable its overwhelming message: Mary and I were never supposed to meet.

“C’mon, let’s stand up so we can get rid of these nasty clothes of yours.”

Mary helped me peel each article away from my body, her hands constantly stroking the parts being revealed to her. When only my briefs remained, my level of anxiety sky-rocketed but I attempted to remain calm and collected. I failed miserably.

“Hey, there’s no reason to be nervous,” she said, being as perceptive as always. “Look at me, I’m completely naked and I don’t mind a bit.”

“That’s one of the many, many things that I find amazing me about you. How are you so confident?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s just the way I am. Guys have always been, shall we say, rather forward with what they think of my body, so the sexual side of stuff has always been pretty easy.”

“You have a beautiful body.”

“Yours isn’t so bad, either,” she grinned, giving me the once over.

The conspicuous bulge in my underwear was massive and you’d have to be pretty naïve not to know what hid beneath stretched fabric. Two contradictive impulses were being carried from my brain to my hands: the first telling me to cover up my obvious erection and the second ordering me to tear away the flimsy material to reveal it.

Mary slinked her way into my arms with the grace of a feline, molding every exposed surface of her curvy body against mine. I squirmed when my erection rubbed against her abdomen. My instinctual reaction was to pull away so she couldn’t feel it, but the psychic little minx dashed these plans by filling both her palms with my ass cheeks and grinding my crotch even harder into her.

“How does a girl get some cock around here?” she whispered into my ear.

“Jesus,” I groaned.

“Nope, I’m Mary. You gotta work on that, tiger. I mean, what’s a girl to think when you keep calling her a guy’s name?”

I laughed and delivered a playful swat to her ass. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“And that would be…?”

“You’re making jokes so you can relax me, make me less nervous.”

She licked her way down from my ear and nuzzled my throat, taking turns nipping, sucking and kissing my tender skin. “Is it working?” she whispered.

“Um…yeah, you could say that.”

“Does this mean you’re going to lay me down on the ground?”

“Yes,” I groaned, running my hands through her silken hair as she lapped at my throat.

“Spread my legs?”

“Uh huh.”

Mary rocked her hips back and forth, using this gentle momentum to intentionally rub my cock through my briefs. “And will you slide your cock into me?” she asked in a sexy husk.

“Y-yes,” I stuttered.

“Then let’s get this show on the road, shall we.”

Channeling Supergirl’s powers but leaving behind the tights and cape, Mary hastily dropped to her knees and yanked my underwear all the way down my legs before I could bat an eyelid. My rigid tool flopped around in front of her face, bouncing so close to her mouth that I could actually feel her warm breath.

“Mmm, this looks good enough to eat,” she informed me, and then wrapped her soft lips around my hard flesh and thrust her face forwards, driving almost half of my cock straight into her hot mouth.

The sensation of being trapped in that warm, moist haven was sweeter than any detailed fantasy I’d ever constructed, sexier than any of the numerous wet dreams I’d awoken from as a teenager. Real life was definitely blowing fiction out of the water.

Her moaning mouth sent vibrations along my shaft which, coupled with her slick, massaging tongue, almost made me spurt a huge load of gooey sperm down her throat. I managed to hang on by a tenuous thread, but if she didn’t release me soon there would be no preventing the basic mechanics of the male body going into effect.

“Mary!” I gasped. “Y-you’re gonna have to stop.”

Mary loosened the stranglehold of her lips, gazed up at me with her big brown eyes and then spat my cock out of her mouth. It glistened in the moonlight, almost completely covered in a fine layer of her slobber.

“Did that feel a little too good, huh?”

“It felt incredible.”

“That’s where us girls are lucky; we can cum as often as we want, whereas guys only have a couple of rounds in the chamber.”

I lowered myself to my knees and wrapped my left arm around her waist as I stroked her face with my free hand. We kissed, tenderly at first, and then with a raw passion that reignited out lustful need for one another.

“I want you so much,” she whimpered, stroking my slick cock with a firm grip. “I want you more than you could ever possibly know.”

Having a gorgeous sex kitten in my arms professing such a hungry need took its toll on my restraint. I quickly eased Mary onto her back, making certain that her entire body was cushioned by the thick layer of grass. Then I speedily retrieved my fallen articles of clothing, folded them up double-time and inserted them underneath her head as a makeshift pillow.

“And you wonder why I like you,” she said with a warm smile. Her legs were already splayed apart, inviting me to crawl between them and consummate our mutual attraction – of both the physical and the mental variety.

“I want you to be comfy.”

“And that’s one of the many reasons why I want to have sex with you. You’re an amazing guy, Peter, and if most of those dumb girls at school don’t see that, then hell, they really don’t deserve you.”

Getting a tad antsy, Mary grabbed me by the arms and hoisted me onto her body. The underside of my erection slapped against her pussy, falling square into the damp groove between her lips. Her fingers joined the party downstairs, lifting my cock away from her crotch as she spread herself open for easier access.

“Put it in me.”

“Is it safe?”

A grin curled across her lips. “My pussy doesn’t have teeth, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she giggled.

I cracked up with laughter. “No, no, I was referring to…uh…contraceptives.”

“I knew what you meant,” she whispered, kissing me on the cheek. “I was just messin’ with ya. The answer to you question is no, I’m not taking contraceptives.”

“Then it’s unsafe?”

“No, it’s okay if you cum inside me. I’d prefer to swallow it, but it’s totally okay if you want to fire a load into my pussy.”

“But…”

“I can’t make babies,” she said, and when she noticed the sadness in my eyes she added, “Hey, I’m okay with it.”

“How? How can you be okay with it?”

“I can’t tell you right now, but you’ll understand why it doesn’t bother me when I do.”

Again I was struck by the overwhelming notion that all of this was impermanent and that I wouldn’t know Mary beyond tonight. I’ve never been psychic or a seer, my total number of senses could be counted on the one hand, but this wasn’t the type of premonition where images flash over your eyes like a slideshow; I felt this in my heart.

“You aren’t staying, are you?” I said. It was more of a statement than a question.

Mary ignored it. “Ever heard of carpe diem?”

“Of course. Seize the day.”

“Then seize this moment for what it is. Focus on what’s in front of you and try not to worry about what lies ahead. In this instance, my naked body is in front of you, and it desperately wants some sex.”

“But, Mary, we need–”

“To have sex,” she interjected. “Yes, I’m well aware of that.”

I attempted to strike up conversation again but Mary thwarted all oral communications by crushing her lips against mine and forcing her tongue into my mouth. Resistance to her aggressive kissing was futile, so I laid down arms and defected to her side, too horny to object to her potent sexual advances.

The balls of both her feet suddenly dug into my ass and she slipped her free arm around my torso, leaving the other to hold her pussy open. And then, exercising immense strength for such a petite frame, Mary jerked her body into the air and attached herself to me as if she were covered in some kind of instant glue, not just showing off an inhuman display of acrobatic skills.

“Hi there, tiger,” she grinned.

“Oh God,” I groaned. “This feels…I can’t…you wouldn’t believe how this feels!”

Mary had impaled herself on my cock, having taken every inch of hard flesh into her tight opening in one foul swoop. It was a damp cul-de-sac, so warm and inviting that my erection wanted to pitch a tent and take up residence, prompting me to understand why men the world over were so obsessed with this particular area of the female anatomy.

I lowered us both to the ground, taking careful measures so as not to knock Mary’s wind out when we hit home. Our bodies were still locked together, the soft, furry sacs of my balls resting firmly against her ass cheeks.

“Hmm, you know what this means? This means I now own the title to your virginity.”

“Dang, and I was so attached to it, too,” I joked.

“The first time is always supposed to special, so I hope I earned it.”

This was about as serious as I’d seen her get. A few lines etched across her brow and her beautiful brown eyes searched mine, indicating that she indeed took this virginity business to heart.

“I don’t think you could’ve made tonight any more special if you’d tried. I mean, it’s Halloween, we’re in a cemetery, and you patiently held my hand as you taught me a thing or two about…well, let’s face it, about sex. I don’t think it’s physically possible to forget about you “or” tonight.”

“Me either. Anyway, I think we should be talking less and fucking more. What do you reckon?”

The answer I gave was in the form of a kiss, which was succeeded by the slow removal of my erection and followed by its rapid reinsertion. We started out at this gentle paced rhythm with our bodies rocking in sync, unable to tear our eyes away from one another.

Everything about this girl turned me on like no other: the tiny scar above her left eyebrow, her pretty doe eyes, shiny hair, luscious body, self-confident nature, sexy face, chirpy personality and utterly filthy mouth. If focused on too intently, just one of these qualities could send my willpower spiraling out of control and our lovemaking would be over in a matter of seconds.

Mary’s pussy was a squishy mess, made even slushier by the state of my saliva drenched cock. Each withdrawal to the tip was mirrored by fully penetrating her yet again, but despite its slick texture, her vagina would tighten around me in a bear’s grip upon my descent into her body.

“Harder,” she whined, expelling a deep pant each time I stabbed her with my cock. “Do me harder.”

I obliged her. The timeline between thrusts shortened, as did the lifespan of my ability to hold back that ever-looming orgasm. Our bodies made that unmistakable slapping sound as we collided with one another, driving me deeper, faster, harder, both of us compelled to induce not only our own climaxes but the other’s as well.

For the first time I realized how humid it really was. Although naked, sweat was sliding down my face and accumulating underneath my armpits. That warm northerly wind was caressing my back, making my skin tingle as I squirmed atop of Mary.

Groaning as though in agony, I squeezed my eyes closed in a desperate effort to last longer.

“Don’t do that,” I heard Mary moan.

“Do what?” I whimpered, opening my eyes. She was looking up at me with misty, satisfied eyes and her mouth hanging agape.

“Don’t think about anything else but me. I don’t care if you cum before I do, just don’t switch off the pleasure you’re feeling.”

“Okay.”

The heart was willing but the genitalia was weak, zooming down the familiar path of inevitability like that round silver object in a pinball machine after it’s gone into ’tilt’ mode.

Despite having an orgasm bearing down on me like an oncoming freight train, I was actually thrusting deeper and harder into her, incapable of throwing on the emergency handbrake that would prevent the ensuing explosion.

One didn’t need to be a tacky fortune teller with a crystal ball to see that Mary was edging closer to her second climax as well. Out of breath, squirming on the ground as if she were on fire, parrying each of my thrusts with one of her own and grunting when my cock rammed deep – all of this suggested a girl who was on the brink of a full-scale meltdown.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” Mary panted.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Pussy or mouth?”

Sweat dripped off my forehead and splashed against her flushed cheeks. “Huh?” My brain had temporarily shut down, the pleasure too intense for any of my other senses to function efficiently.

“Do you want to cum inside my pussy or my mouth?”

“Whichever you prefer,” I gasped.

“Definitely in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

Feeling as if I’d failed Mary in a cataclysmic way, I jumped to my feet while she scrambled onto her knees, both of us resuming our previous positions when she’d blessed me with a brief blowjob.

She wrapped her silken lips around the shiny head of my cock, applying so much suction that it would be all over in mere seconds. One of her hands cupped my balls and the other disappeared between her legs, where I can only assume she was going to masturbate herself to an orgasm I should’ve supplied.

A series of anguished moans vibrated through my shaft and Mary’s face contorted into a mask of ecstasy, illustrating how dismayingly close I’d been to inducing her orgasm all by myself. Mary slurped, gobbled and sucked on me while her arousal peaked, and I lost it while gazing into her expressive, lust-ridden eyes.

“Oh God,” I cried out, combing my fingers through her glossy black hair.

My cock twitched against her lips and streams of gooey sperm gushed from the tip. The thick, white juice splashed over Mary’s tongue and sprayed the back of her mouth, startling me over the sheer quantity that had built up over the last few days.

“Mmm,” she moaned. The tightness of her lips expanded and contracted, informing me that she was swallowing while simultaneously milking whatever semen had been left behind.

We remained positioned like that for quite a while, Mary on her knees, moaning with depraved delight as she slurped on my hard cock. Every dollop of available sperm had been sucked from the tip and guzzled down her throat, yet she continued her vigil down there until I started shrinking inside her mouth.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, along with having had every drop of cum drained from my balls, I unceremoniously collapsed to the ground and gazed up at the infinite universe. The moon had climbed higher into the twinkling sky, as if it were an expensive prop being shifted around on elaborate set. Perhaps Mary and I were performers on a stage, supplying a channel of entertainment for a higher being who likes to watch as much as we do.

Mary kissed her way up my body, originating at my rapidly shrinking member, journeying across the barren landscape of my smooth stomach, and terminating her expedition by using my stretched arm as a headrest. Soft strands of hair caressed my skin, followed by her warm, creamy cheek. She twisted her body onto its side and emitted a pretty sigh, then draped her right arm around my waist, snuggling so close to me that her crinkle of pubic hair tickled my thigh.

The aroma of her apricot scented shampoo assaulted my sinuses. “You smell so delicious,” I whispered, turning my head to gaze into her shadowy eyes.

“Meh, I’m kind of sick of smelling like apricots.”

“Why don’t you change shampoos?”

“I can’t,” she stated, as if it were a criminal offence to defect to an alternately scented shampoo.

“Why on earth not?”

“It comes with the territory,” she replied cryptically. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Let’s just lay here, you know, carpe diem.”

“Seize the day,” I murmured, returning the back of my head to the lush grass. I used my free hand to stroke her forearm, marveling over how I was permitted to touch this beautiful girl in such an intimate way.

A comfortable silence descended on us much like nighttime cloaking daylight, changing not only the mood but also the manner in which we perceive things. The same person who had walked into this cemetery wasn’t the same who was going to leave it. I was different, changed. My mind had undergone a mutation that, after my encounter with the delectable Mary Watts, could never be reversed. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time, knowing that the Peter Parker I had always been was now in fact an entirely new Peter Parker, one who had been with a girl so ravishing that her glorious visage would be forever stamped into his heart.

“You’re not staying, are you?” I said, not for the first time since I’d met her.

It took a very long time for Mary to answer. “No,” she replied cautiously, tightening her grip around my middle.

“Are you leaving tonight?”

“Yes. There are some things you need to know before I leave, but…not just yet. For now, I want to cuddle with you, not dredge up anything with negative connotations.”

Adhering to her unspoken wishes, I zipped my mouth shut despite my increasing curiosity. I was saddened, although not at all surprised, to hear that she was indeed moving on to greener pastures. All night I had been consumed with the belief that our relationship was transient and that we would part company before the clock’s hour and minute hands met at the twelfth digit; and now, from Mary’s own admission, there was undeniable evidence that supported my hunch.