Laura and Davey 2
Things were working out fine for me and Laura. She knew a lot about sex, and somehow, even though I was a boy, I had missed out on so much. Maybe because at fifteen, one year older than me, Laura had passed onto some higher plane of knowledge. We were able to have mornings together when my parents were gone. Some days we only had time after school, but we made the most of it. "Laura," I asked one afternoon after we got off the school bus, away from the big ears of the other students, "how is it...
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