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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead, or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I’m psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I’m not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes. And a proofreader.

Be forewarned, these writings, including this warning, may trigger some issue or issues that you have. Either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, you have to make a decision now. You have two choices. One, you can decide, you can be a mature adult about things and continue. Or Two, you can’t, in which case just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this.

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Serendipity Pass

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Chapter 5: Familiar Highways

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The flesh inside me slowly lost its rigid candor. It retreated towards the opening, with one long, intense, almost unbearably delicious firing of every nerve along its way. Then popped out of me with an unceremonious rush. My body rocked as the ring of muscles, it had just stretched out and fucked so well, found their original memory, grasped at the air and longed after their retreating prize. They puckered and pulsed gasping at emptiness, for the stiffness that had filled them with so much pleasure, just minutes ago. They wanted more of that feeling. And so did I.

The time passed effortlessly, amongst the subtle rustle of the trees, as we embraced the elemental bliss and regained our wills to speak.

“Joe?”

*Yes, Little One.”

“Can I be in love with you?”

*”What do you mean? Is it, alright, for you to love me, do I give my permission, or is it possible, that you could be in love with me?”

“Is it possible?”

“Sure. I Guess. I think lots of people fall in love, in some way, with their first, If they at least liked them before. Probably more if they were really attracted to them. It’s the intensity of it, I guess, that first rush of an erotic experience shared with someone. I’m pretty sure there’s many that still do, even if they aren’t with them anymore.”

“Do you?”

*“What?”

“Love your first?”

*“I do, sorta, I guess. But it was quick, a one night stand. I only met her 2 hours before and she had an airplane to catch, I think of her though, from time to time and smile. I mean, If I saw her now I’d like to think I’d be happy to see her but it’s not like we’re gonna go all Auld Lang Syne. Maybe, if she were… No. Not anymore. I’m pretty sure my other first has that heart string now.”

“So I can love you?”

*“If you want. Like I said, it’s happened, and, you don’t need my permission. Do I need yours?”

“No. Not at all.”

*“Well, that’s a good thing.”

“Can I ask you something strange?”

*“Weird, is about all I’ve got any answers for, strange isn’t exactly in my jurisdiction. But fire away, ask anything?”

“Why do you call it sharing?”

*”What? Virginity?”

“Yeah. Everybody else says took or lost… or gave.”

*“Easy enough. My first, didn’t take anything from me and I didn’t ‘Lose” it, it wasn’t stolen or misplaced. I know, exactly, what box I put it in,” I paused but she just gave me a look and a little chuckle, *” I’d rather share, than take or have taken, or let it get lost. I’m just glad I had something I could share, back, with you.” That she laughed at.

“Is that what we did tonight?”

*”It’s what I did tonight.