Suddenly it didn’t seem so very important. The relationship we had built so quickly seemed distant and paled in comparison with what lay before me. College. Making a band, meeting new people, doing new things. . . .living. It all lay stretched before me, and my relationship with Brandy didn’t matter so much anymore. You rarely understand you posessions until they are taken from you. And your heart is very much a readily stolen posession.

The moon was bright, brighter than it had been for as long as I could remember it. My breath came fast and hoarse. I tried to concentrate on the gravel road illuminated by the moon and my headlights, but found the task too difficult. I glanced down into my lap and saw Brandy’s glossy hair shift with her head’s pulling and pushing motions.

Inside her mouth, my dick was rigid and swollen, just bursting to flood her throat with cum. But not yet. She was an expert at giving me head by now, and knew how to prolong the torture. Her tongue swirled over my cock, creating a sensual maelstrom inside of me. My eyes rolled in my head and my speed slowed to ten miles per hour on that dusty summer back road. She climbed even further into my lap and used one hand to accompany her sucking mouth. I felt her use her teeth to gently scrape my cock and shuddered. Her hand grasped my dick and she assumed a steady rhythm, my dick head never leaving that wet hot slick longue. Deeper and deeper I was drawn into her mouth, her hand squeezing the base as she pushed the head back to her throat. I felt her make swallowing motions and it undid me.

With a shout I arched my back and slid my dick as deep into her as I could. With one hand I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. She made moaning noises that reverberated against my cock and I felt my hot cum rush through me. I exploded into her mouth and she put a strong suction on me, drawing the cum as quickly as it would go. She swallowed everything and licked the remnants off my aching rod. I was breathing heavily and the car was stopped dead in the road.

She came up and kissed me, her mouth wet and warm against mine. I loved her. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how much.

Brandy is 5’7″ with large B-cup breasts. Her skin is a constant tan that hints to her Native American heritage. She has a thin, straight nose, large brown eyes, high cheekbones, and longer brunette hair. Her stomach curves ever so slightly and is adorned with a simple belly-button ring. Her ass is full and feels heavenly either against my thrusting hips or cupped in my hands. Her legs are long and shapely. Her pussy is tight and her black pubic hair is trimmed carefully.

My name is Lake. My mother grew up in Michigan and loved going out on the Great Lakes. Hence my strange name. I’m eighteen. It was the summer of my Senior year, and I was on theverge of entering college. We grew up in school together in rural appalachia. I was fit and had scruffy curly hair. I’m part Cherokee, and sometimes Brandy and I look alot alike. We fell for each other my junior year. She had been a sophomore. When I was a freshman in college, she would be a senior in high school.