First Love

The concert was finally over but Arabelle wanted another ride over the crowd's shoulders. Legs stampeded, hands clapped. People cheered, girls screamed from the balconies. The crowd demanded a second encore. She eyed the stage and wondered if she could climb it in time for a last dive. Slowly, the lights came on and she heard Jeff whisper beside her:

"I'm going to fuck you hard when we get home."

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My mother's birthday was on Saturday... and I forgot it.