Chapter 7: Wedding Plans
I lay next to Andy. After our success the night he and Brad had put up the tree, I was like a tiger deprived of meat. I wanted to make love all the time, just like an eighteen year old. I was so relieved I could function once more. We weren’t batting a thousand yet but we were getting there. At times the old fears still reared their heads, but with Andy’s support I never buckled under, and we began to score more times than we struck out. Even when I did strike out, Andy masterfully made up for it by making me feel like the sexiest thing he’d ever f****d.
Tonight was one of our home runs. I’d been semi-hard before we went upstairs and I skewered poor Andy so fast he must have felt like a shish-ka-bob. Nevertheless it was wonderful. I brought him to his climax and
