They call me D. Love…(10)

Heather sat on her bed. She was almost laughing. I didn’t see anything funny about Heathers mother catching us having sex. The awkwardness I’d felt earlier was back times 100.

I jumped into my jeans. The blood had drained from my cock immediately due to embarassment.

Heather stepped into a pair of panties and a tank top. She walked out of her room and I followed. Heathers mom was in the kitchen.

“I thought I was gonna have to get the hose.” Her mom said.

“Sorry, mommy.” Heather said with a grin. “Bret just can’t keep his hands off of me.”

“I noticed…” her mother said. “Bret, are you leaving?”

“Yeah. I need to get home.” I said.

“He’s coming back later. Right, Bret?” said Heather.

“Of course.” I said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her mother said.

Heather walked me to the door.

“Alright. I’ll see you later.” I said.

“Okay. I’ll miss you.” she said.

“I love you.” I said.

“Love you too.” She answered.

Heather wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist. We kissed. I ran my hands down to her ass and gave it a farewell squeeze.

We let go and I walked out the door.

From then on, Heather and I had a beautiful relationship. We spent everyday together. We were inseparable.

I would spend days at a time staying at Heathers house. I woke up there, hung out there, and went to sleep there. Every night was filled with passion.

Her mothers accidental intrusions continued, but it stopped bothering me somewhere between the time she caught us in a 69 and the time she walked in with me balls deep in her daughters ass. She remained solid in her decision that she didn’t mind it in her home. Nowadays we didn’t even flinch. We just kept on going.

I didn’t see much of Kay, but Brianna remained obsessed with me. She’d been pissed the night I’d left her mid-fuck, but got over it and still craved my penis. I avoided her as often as I could while I was at my house, but every so often she’d corner me somewhere outside and try to seduce me.

I explained to her so many times that I was in love with Heather and couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. She was very persistant, though.

The months wore on and before I knew it, school was about to start. It was time for Heather and I’s senior year of high school.

It was the beginning of August. In the Midwest, that means you’re looking at the last and hottest days of Summer.

On particular afternoon, the heat was God-awful and I decided to go for a swim.

My parents had installed an in-ground pool many years ago.