Compton left the room to get me something to eat. We had been in his room most of the night and I hadn’t eaten a thing. I took a quick shower and headed back to the bed. He wanted me in the bed when he was ready for another round of his mind bending marathon of sex. Then I thought about he went downstairs to talk to someone who had a key to his house. He never told me who was in the house. At this time I didn’t want Chet anymore, I wanted his father and his father wanted me. But this was something no one would understand but us. We decided that no one would know even though I was eighteen and the age of consent. Still no one would understand how much we needed each other sexually and how much we enjoyed each other’s bodies. Mr. Compton confessed that we had never felt this free to explore sex and satisfied with one person. I knew this was new to me but it felt as if I had been born again and my sexual life was just beginning and I was enjoying every bit of it. Mr. Compton entered carrying a tray.
