Marie-Claude lived just two houses down from my grandmother’s place. With her mother, naturally. We’d occasionally cross paths in the school hallways, she was a year older than me, so we never shared classes. I was eighteen; she was nineteen.
I used to visit my grandmother off and on, and whenever our paths crossed, Marie-Claude and I would chat for a bit. Got to know her somewhat, I guess. Truth is, she made me uncomfortable, embarrassed even. She had this over-the-top presence, loud and outspoken, smoking cigarettes without a care in the world. But damn if she wasn’t gorgeous, dripping with confidence that turned every head in the room.
I think I was into her, honestly. Though it might’ve just been some silly fantasy of mine.
Whenever she approached me, though, she’d flash this smile, always so kind to me, something she didn’t bother doing with other guys. She’d shut down any guy who tried talking to her without a second thought.
I steered clear of her at school, terrified of getting shot down. Funny thing is, she didn’t seem to have many friends except that stunning red-haired tigress who’d chase off any guy who got too close with shocking intensity. That fiery temper scared the hell out of me!
I was small for my age, a bit scrawny, blond, glasses, the whole nerd package. Top of our class, obsessed with space, sci-fi, and music loud enough to shatter windows, everything designed to repel girls and invite bullying from the jocks. But I held my own, sharp wit coming through in well-placed words when needed. Still, my parents thought I was too young to be left alone for extended periods. My frustration knew no bounds over that one.
Every summer, my folks would head off to some seminar, details were fuzzy to me, and I’d need a babysitter since they’d be gone for three weeks straight. Grandmother always stepped up, looking after me at her place the entire time, year after year. The summer of my nineteenth year? Unforgettable in every sense.
It was the last summer Grandmother would watch over me; the following year I could fend for myself since my parents decided I was maturing faster than expected and had enough maturity to handle things solo. But this particular summer? It was the most unforgettable of my entire life because something happened completely out of left field, honestly, I never saw it coming.
I’d been at Grandmother’s place for a week. The rain hadn’t stopped once all damn week long, and to make matters worse, both my best friends had scattered for their own summer plans, leaving me alone with Grandmother running errands and helping around the house.
That first Saturday? It would turn out to be absolutely magical, full of surprises I had no idea were coming. Around 10 a.m., the kitchen doorbell rang. Grandmother went to answer it.
“Good morning, Marie-Claude! What brings you here so early on a Saturday?” she called out.
When I heard Marie-Claude’s name, my mind raced. Why was she ringing my grandmother’s doorbell at 10 a.m. on a weekend? I stepped out of my room to investigate and saw her chatting with Grandmother. She threw me this huge smile as she greeted me before turning back to whatever conversation they were having.
Marie-Claude cut right to the chase.
“I’d like to invite your grandson over, pool time, dinner with us, the whole afternoon and evening. Might even fire up the barbecue.”
Grandmother gave her a look that could’ve frozen hell itself.
“No funny business,” Marie-Claude added quickly. “My mother’s here keeping tabs on things.”
I practically begged Grandmother to let me go.
Marie-Claude got more insistent, and with that blunt honesty of hers, she laid it on thick for my grandmother: “Come on, you really think you’re gonna have a great-grandson in nine months? My mom’s here, nothing’s gonna happen!”
Grandmother burst out laughing. “Alright, go grab your swimsuit. Clean towels are in the bathroom cabinet, don’t forget sunscreen. I’m actually heading out with friends for most of today and tonight anyway, we’re hitting the big city.”
Then to Marie-Claude: “If your mother’s there, no worries from me. Hope you two have a blast, and you,” she pointed at me with that twinkle in her eye, “don’t come home too late.”
The laughter just wouldn’t quit.
I was thrilled, actual plans, especially with a girl, but honestly? I was more relieved to finally escape those chores Grandmother had me running. Five minutes later I was ready, and Marie-Claude was laughing as we headed out the door!
“Your grandmother gave me that look when I suggested this,” she said, still chuckling, “but the fact that what I said to convince her struck her as funny? Priceless!”
When we arrived at her place, she introduced me to her mother. I nearly fell over, I’d never seen two people look more alike in my life! They could’ve passed for twins easily. Her mother was maybe an inch shorter, but they had the exact same build, same face, even that mischievous smile plastered on both their faces with those playful, feline eyes.
Catching my stunned expression, both of them erupted in laughter, perfectly synchronized, identical inflections!
“Same size for everything,” Marie-Claude explained. “We’re constantly swapping clothes. Think we could pass for sisters?”
I laughed back. “Twins, obviously!”
The three of us cracked up, and her mother chimed in: “I like him, quick-witted little guy, seems sharp too!”
She then pointed me toward the bathroom. “Strip down to your swimsuit and meet us poolside through that patio door.”
Marie-Claude added, “I’ll join you in ten minutes.”
When she showed up at the pool, I had to look away, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“What?” she shot back defiantly.
“Scared I’ll figure out you think I’m beautiful? Well, I know I’m gorgeous and sexy, so feel free to stare!” Then that genuine, heartfelt laugh of hers rang out.
She’d totally nailed it, and she damn well knew it. That black one-piece swimsuit was painted on her curves, especially showcasing her chest, which I’ll admit, looked absolutely perfect! She was stunning with her short dark brown hair and those big earrings that nearly brushed her shoulders. Couldn’t look away after that. Short nails but that vibrant red polish on fingers and toes. Beautiful hands, gorgeous feet, she commanded every space she occupied and had me completely enchanted by this magnificent, irreverent girl.
We talked about everything under the sun, this girl was sharp as a whip and never stopped talking. She peppered me with questions: what I liked, my life plans, dreams for the future.
“I want to be a doctor like my mom,” she said, “but more general practice than her specialty thing. Got years of study ahead, but she convinced me to dive in now so I’m better prepared for university.”
Her mother showed up with a tray loaded with sandwiches, veggies, and other snacks.
She kissed Marie-Claude on the forehead: “Trust you. Don’t be an idiot and watch out for him, he seems like a good kid. See you in three days. Try not to make too much of a mess while I’m gone.”
Waved goodbye and split.
I stared at Marie-Claude with confusion written all over my face. She flashed that mischievous grin, gave me this almost Machiavellian wink.
“You told my grandmother your mother would be here!”
She grinned wider.
“She WAS here! Just didn’t mention for how long!”
Then she was laughing so hard in her chair I thought she’d fall out of it. Started laughing too, this girl was something else, definitely worth knowing better! We swam and chatted for hours about life, our futures, dreams and desires.
Out of nowhere, she hit me with: “Got a girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Ever had one?”I laughed nervously. “Nope again.”
She smiled and pressed further. “Ever kissed a girl?”
“Not even once.”
She burst out laughing, nearly doubling over.
“Either you’re gay or you’re the least outgoing guy I’ve ever met!” And she laughed harder still!
“I’m not gay,” I insisted. “Just haven’t had the chance yet, but it’ll happen eventually.”
She lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly. The way she held that smoke between her lips was somehow mesmerizing, every time she brought it to her mouth, I got flustered all over again.
“Come on,” she said, dead serious now. “Admit it, you think I’m beautiful. You’re attracted to me.”
Trying to steer the conversation away, I shot back: “What about you? Got a boyfriend? Ever kissed a guy?”
She softened her smile. “No and no.”
So I tried for humor: “Ever kissed a girl?”
She stubbed out her cigarette and locked eyes with me.
“Of course! A few times. But to answer your next question, no girlfriend, and I’m not entirely lesbian. I like guys too, just not all of them. I go for quick-witted ones who aren’t total muscleheads. I especially love when they’re intelligent, interesting, and honest.”
She paused. “Like you!”
Then she flashed me the most gorgeous smile I’d ever seen.
“Fine,” I admitted. “I’ll confess.”
“What?”
I smiled nervously and let it all out: “You overwhelm me completely. I find you incredibly seductive and sexy. Being around you makes me feel strange, but in a good way. You’re magnificent, never told a girl that before!”
She said, “I know. Want to head inside? It’s getting hot as hell, and we’ve got AC in the house. We can change and keep talking in the living room.”
We continued our conversation more intimately after that. I was embarrassed but somehow felt completely at ease with her. She listened intently; so did I.
Then, out of nowhere: “Ever watched porn while jerking off?”
I blinked. The question caught me off guard, but honestly? Fair enough.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “All the time, especially when my parents aren’t home.”
She smiled and settled back on the sofa.
“Tell me everything! How long can you last? Do you go quick or take your time? What does it feel like when you come? Is it a lot of fluid or just a little? Do your balls ache afterward, or before, if it’s been too long? What gets you instantly hard? What turns you on so much that you can’t stop yourself from touching up?”
Her eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity, she really wanted to know. But I had this secret I wasn’t ready to share, terrified of being judged or mocked.
So I dodged: “Future doctor asking, or just curious girl?” I gave her a half-smile.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide, like a lightbulb had just gone off in her head. Her mouth fell open, and she stared straight at me.
“I like you more and more!”
She cupped my cheeks with both hands, smiled, and brought her face inches from mine. Then she kissed me passionately on the lips. The sensation of her mouth against mine was indescribable, amazing, but I froze. After all, I’d never kissed a girl before!
She pulled back, looked at me tenderly, and said: “Open your mouth slightly and use your tongue like you’re eating an ice cream cone.”
She closed her eyes again, pressed her lips to mine, and slipped her tongue into my mouth, our tongues meeting in small, delicious movements. I let go completely and returned that incredible kiss with everything I had. She moaned softly; she was enjoying it—hell, so was I!
When we finally broke apart, she said: “There! You’ve kissed a girl, another item checked off your list! And you picked up the mechanics pretty quick! With some practice, you’re gonna be an amazing kisser!”
She started giggling and took my hands.
Then, completely serious now, she asked: “Would you play doctor with me?”
I replied, “What?”
My mind immediately flashed to my little cousin who, when she was tiny, always wanted to play doctor with her Fisher-Price kit.
She erupted in that wonderful, open laugh of hers, and I had absolutely no idea what to think anymore.
“We aren’t playing doctor like kids do!” she giggled.
“I told you, wanting to be a doctor means my mom started training me ages ago. I know plenty, but I need to keep my skills sharp or they’ll get rusty. So since willing patients are hard to find…” She paused meaningfully.
“Would you help me practice?”
She took my hand and led me to a closed door. When she opened it, stairs descended into darkness, she flipped the light switch, and we headed down another set of steps leading to yet another closed door.
Inside was a small room with a few chairs and a table piled high with magazines. The decor was minimalist—clearly some kind of waiting area.
“This is my mother’s medical office,” she announced cheerfully.
“Waiting room, obviously,” she gestured around.
“That’s the reception desk, handles calls, appointments, the works. I grew up here and have seen it all. My mom’s been training me for university since I was little! Tells me at least once a week: ‘You were born to be a doctor!'”
Her enthusiasm was infectious; she was genuinely thrilled to show me all this. She pushed open a heavy, padded door.
“Soundproofing,” she explained.
“Keeps patients in the waiting room from hearing anything that goes on inside.”
The lights revealed a fully equipped exam room, and even a peculiar chair with footrests dead center.
“Pretty impressive, right? My mother’s a gynecologist, and this is her treatment room! She lets me use it whenever the practice closes. So…” she looked at me with those sparkling eyes, “you gonna help me practice or what? Be my patient?”
I stammered out something resembling “uh…”
She gave me puppy-dog eyes, pleading: “Say yes, it won’t hurt, I swear!”
Finally: “Alright, if it helps you, I’m in.”
She practically screamed with joy and started bouncing on her heels like a kid who’d just gotten permission to ride the best roller coaster ever. The sight made me crack a smile.
Then she got serious: “Promise me something, you’ll do everything I tell you, no questions asked, no hesitation. Super important for what I’m about to do. One more time: this won’t hurt at all, and it’ll help me tremendously. Just treat it like a game and roll with it!”
She paused.
“Promise? You’ll do whatever I ask without a word, just like you’d do with any real doctor?”
I laughed. “Promise! Start the game, run whatever tests you want on me. Won’t say a thing, won’t stop you from doing anything.”
She seemed satisfied with that. She opened a large cabinet, sized me up, then pulled out a hospital gown.
“Strip down completely, leave your clothes on the small chair, put this on.”
I gave her a questioning look, but she held up one finger: “No talking, you promised!”
“I know, I know! Just… could you step out or at least turn around while I change? Do I take off underwear and socks too?”
She shot back with that defiant grin: “I said EVERYTHING! And don’t worry about me seeing you—you’ll have plenty of time. Gotta leave the room to get dressed for the exam myself, shouldn’t take more than fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“Really? That long?”
“Yes, really! Get used to it, that’s what happens at the doctor’s office!”
She winked and left the room with that amused smile plastered across her face.
I stripped down and put on the gown, fastening it in back was a pain, but I managed. It was short as fuck; I’d have to be careful not to flash anything, especially since my ass was already hanging out!
I sat in the examination chair and checked out the room while waiting. Large lamp overhead, cabinets everywhere, some kind of instrument cart at chair height, and a rolling stool for the doctor.
But what really caught my attention? Those footrests on the chair. Would Marie-Claude use them for her practice exam? And what would that exam even involve? My mind raced with questions that’d eventually get answered. I’d promised to do whatever she asked, and honestly? I trusted her, though deep down, some apprehension lingered about this whole thing.
What felt like forever later, the door opened. I nearly fell out of the chair.
Marie-Claude stood there in a way that made me question if I was actually awake or hallucinating. Those rectangular black-framed glasses gave her this older, authoritative vibe, it suited her perfectly with her short dark brown hair. She’d gone heavy on the red lipstick and eye makeup, making her eyes pop even more than usual. My heart hammered watching her beautiful face.
But what completely threw me? The outfit, she’d slipped into a very short, skintight white dress with this ultra-glossy finish. Long white thigh-highs held up by some stunning wide floral elastic band, and those dazzling white stiletto heels completed the look.
I was speechless. She looked incredible, and yeah, heat washed over me in waves. The only time I’d ever seen a woman dressed like that was in porn…
She smiled but said nothing. Picked up a stethoscope, thermometer, and blood pressure cuff, then turned those intense eyes on me.
“Alright,” she began, voice professional despite the outfit, “let’s start with vitals.”
I was nervous but tried to act confident. As she approached with her instruments, I caught that sweet, fruity perfume wafting from her, it sent shivers down my spine and triggered another heatwave through my entire body.
She slipped a small plastic sleeve over the thermometer tip and told me to open wide. When I did, she placed it under my tongue and instructed me to keep my mouth closed for a full minute. Then she grabbed her stethoscope, fitted the earpieces in place, and slid the chest piece under my gown to listen to my heart.
The thermometer beeped.
“All good, no fever,” she said.
She moved the cold chest piece to my back and asked me to take deep breaths, then exhale. Repeated this a few times before removing it altogether and feeling along my neck with her fingers.
Finally, she wrapped that blood pressure cuff around my arm.
“Might feel snug on your arm,” she warned.
Everything checked out fine, blood pressure and heart rate looked good according to the machine, though I could definitely feel my pulse racing!
“We can move on to the full examination now. Get comfortable in the chair and put your feet in those stirrups.”
There it was, the question mark in my mind confirmed: she’d be using those stirrups for the “examination.” I made a serious effort to keep myself decent, but that damn short gown didn’t help much.
“You good?” she asked gently.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Little nervous, but hanging in there.”
She smiled. “See? No pain so far, right?”
I returned the smile and shook my head.
Then, like some vivid dream, I watched as she turned and bent forward without bending her knees. She carefully spread those legs apart, giving me a full view of her gorgeous ass! That thong with its barely-there string only accentuated her two beautiful, round, firm buttocks.
She calmly ran her hands up and down one thigh, caressing that pristine white stocking all the way to the stiletto heel. Did the same with the other leg, even slower and more sensually this time, and turned slightly toward me to watch my reaction. That hip sway? Purely mesmerizing. She was enjoying herself, no question about it. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but this “examination” felt really weird. Too stunned and aroused to protest though. She smiled, bit that lower lip playfully, then opened the small cabinet she’d been leaning toward.
My cock started swelling with arousal, and I decided just to roll with whatever came next.
She rose with feline grace and walked back toward me, flashing those gorgeous eyes at me over those glasses. At least four years older in how she carried herself, like a seasoned woman who knew exactly which poses drove someone wild. She had an incredible effect on me; she was drop-dead gorgeous and turned me on something fierce.
Suddenly I saw what she’d taken from the cupboard, and panic seized me. That familiar envelope, I knew exactly what my most closely guarded secret contained, and in seconds it would be exposed. Sweating, short of breath, I knew exactly what would happen when she opened that thing.
She placed it on the small trolley beside the chair, turned to face me with sheer delight dancing in her eyes, then began opening the envelope. She carefully unfolded the paper wrapping, all while I watched wide-eyed and bewildered. She picked up one of those gloves from inside and slipped it on with extreme sensuality.
That was all it took for my cock to go rock-hard, making it impossible to hide that erection from her.
She slid on the other glove, same incredible sensuality, and looked at me with this naughty, aroused expression. She rubbed those gloved hands together gently before bringing them up to her mouth and nose, inhaling deeply.
She smiled when she noticed just how hard I was—I was mortified and had no idea where to look.
“Now THAT is very interesting!” she said in that playful, flirtatious tone.
“But what could possibly cause such a magnificent erection, one that looks THIS hard?”
“You think it’s serious? I’ll need to examine this more closely. Would you mind if I took a closer look?”
She knew, I’m absolutely certain of it. She’d instantly guessed my deeply hidden secret, and she didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, she appeared amused and curious about taking things further.
I replied, “At this point, the damage is done anyway. You can continue your investigation.”
She smiled. “Great!”
She lifted that gown covering me, pulled it back over my stomach for better access to my crotch.
“You still haven’t answered all my questions, my cute little darling! But now I know exactly what it takes to get you rock-hard instantly!” She paused dramatically.
“Another question answered!”
Her voice was calm yet sultry as hell, my erection somehow got even harder. I felt like I might explode, but years of self-control kicked in.
She took my hard cock between her fingertips, gazing at it while gently moving it around. I let out a small, stifled moan and immediately apologized.
“Sorry, but this is the first time someone other than me has touched my penis while wearing gloves. It gives me this strange sensation, like I’ve completely lost control.”
I was beyond embarrassed, but the whole situation absolutely turned me on. She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it gently, marveling at what she was doing and seeing.
“I have to admit,” she said honestly, “this is the first time I’ve ever touched a penis, gloves or no gloves. Finding the experience fascinating.”
She began stroking faster.
“Is this how you do it? What does it feel like? Judging by your reaction, you’re definitely enjoying yourself!”
She kept stroking even more firmly, much to my delight.
“And the balls? Should I touch those too?”
Her other hand cupped my scrotum, tapping my hard testicles in a way that felt absolutely wonderful.
“They feel full. How long can you hold out before you ejaculate? How much comes out?”
She moved her hand faster and faster while kneading my testicles between her gloved fingers.
She sensed I was about to cum any second and suddenly stopped dead, she really had a gift! She moved toward me from the side of the chair and took my hand in hers. Gently spread her thighs and placed my trembling hand between her legs, right over those panties.
“Touch. Feel your hand on my wet panties. Feel how aroused I am. Doing to you what I just did for the first time really helped my practice, I understand the male mechanism a bit better now. But doing it to YOU is something more entirely. I felt this fever of desire rising within me, and I love that heat between my thighs.”
She released my hand and undid the top three buttons of her tight dress. Then she bared those magnificent breasts, hard nipples pointing forward. She began caressing them with her gloved hands, pinching those nipples between her fingers while clearly enjoying herself.
“Look at me intensely,” she commanded softly, “and just watch. We’re far from finished—take control and watch me pleasure myself.”
She delicately removed that thong and let it drop to the floor. Showed me her wet pussy and licked her lips in a way that left absolutely no doubt about what was coming next. No porn movie could’ve competed with what I was witnessing.
She slid those hands down her body until they reached between her legs. With one hand, she caressed her clitoris, very gently but with confident sensuality. This definitely wasn’t her first time masturbating, and plenty of experience showed in how she moved. She touched her clitoris a bit more firmly then let her gloved fingers drift toward that pussy.
Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, moaning with intense pleasure. My erection remained rock-hard—watching her pleasure herself sent these strange electric jolts through my entire body. Never experienced anything quite like this between two people before.
Suddenly, and without warning, she placed one foot on the rolling chair and inserted two fingers into that pussy while letting out a cry of pure bliss. She was coming like crazy, and I got to witness this intense joy! She looked at me with her eyes rolling back, face twisted in ecstasy, then smiled while letting out soft, uninhibited giggles.
She pulled her hands away from between her legs and slipped one hand into a pocket of that beautiful, sexy dress.
She pulled out a packet containing a condom and asked, “Now, ready to both lose our virginity? Want to lose yours with me, right here, right now? I have only one desire: sitting on your beautiful, rock-hard cock!”
I replied, “Nothing would make me happier. You turn me on so much, and even though we’ve only really known each other for a few hours, you’re exactly who I want to lose my virginity with.”
She kissed me and carefully unrolled that condom onto my still-hard cock. She climbed onto the chair, carefully keeping my feet in those stirrups, and positioned herself over me. Took my penis in one hand to guide it, locked eyes with me, and asked, “Ready? Here we go!”
Then she slowly lowered herself onto it.
She was so wet that I felt zero pain, only pleasure and this exquisite warmth as my cock slid deep inside her. We both cried out in ultimate ecstasy once joined. She leaned toward me and kissed me passionately while moving those hips back and forth. Pure bliss, a hundred times better than I’d imagined! We were one, and it was simply magical.
I undid the remaining buttons of her dress, and she slipped it off while continuing those increasingly frenzied movements. I took full advantage of caressing her breasts, that ass, every inch of her body, which sent shivers of pleasure through her and made her moan even louder.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, I felt that surge rising along with the magnificent sensation of ejaculation. She arched her back, clamped those legs together, and let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead. My climax was so intense that an explosion of feeling made me howl with pleasure, a sound I’d never made before.
We stayed joined together for a long time as my erection slowly faded.
I said, “Should probably pull out to avoid an accident my grandmother wouldn’t be proud of in nine months!”
She looked at me and laughed softly.
“No problem, I’ve been on the pill for three years!”
I started laughing too.
We cleaned everything up together and got that room back in order.
Suddenly she said with a slightly sad look, “You know I’ll never be your girlfriend, right?”
Tears welled up in those gentle eyes of hers.
“I’m not built for commitment, I don’t think I ever will be, it’s just my nature. Promise me that if you meet a girl you like, you won’t hold back because of me.”
She sobbed, and I pulled her into my arms.
“Of course I know, and I’m perfectly fine with that. But after a day like today… can we be friends?”
She gave me a playful slap while wiping away her tears and retorted, “We’re already best friends, you poor moron! I knew it the moment I first ran into you! Didn’t invite you over for a swim and lie to your grandmother just for fun, I sensed we’d totally understand each other, and that’s rare as hell. I’m an introvert, don’t let just anyone into my life. But you, you had this aura that made me feel at ease immediately!”
She smiled and laughed softly.
“I love you so much, my sweet darling. And I love you more than if we were a couple. Could we be best friends with benefits?”
I replied tenderly, “But of course, my adorable sweetheart! I love you too, and you’ve cast a spell on me, you naughty little witch!”
We laughed for a few seconds while I got ready to head back to Grandmother’s.
She said, “Tomorrow I’m going to my dad’s for two weeks. I’ll miss you. Should we exchange numbers? That way I can call or text whenever and we can plan stuff together.”
I replied, “That’s a great idea, especially since my birthday is in two weeks! I’ll be joining the exclusive club of nineteen-year-olds!”
She answered, “Not for long, I’m turning twenty in a couple months when fall arrives.”
Laughing, I said, “Okay, old lady! Let’s do something in two weeks, we can have it at my place. My parents have a mountain cabin and go there every weekend. Haven’t gone with them in at least six months, so I’ll have the house all to myself for two days!”
She kissed me before saying, “Wait, I’ll be right back!”
She headed back down to the basement and returned immediately, cheerfully saying, “Here, a gift! But it’s not your birthday present, it’s for being my best friend!”
She handed me three packages of different gloves.
“Make good use of them, and above all, think of me when you’re having fun with them!” she added with that mischievous grin.
I thanked her warmly and gave her a great kiss.
Grandmother was waiting for me, and I had to hide those gloves to avoid too many questions.
She asked, “So how was your day? Nothing reckless happened, I hope?”
I replied with a smile, “Of course not, Grandma! Don’t worry, you won’t be a great-grandmother in nine months, we took precautions!”
She laughed and said, “You little rascal! Go take a shower and get to bed, we have things to do tomorrow!”
I smiled thinking back on that unforgettable day…