Your telephoned invitation, for which he has been
devotedly waiting, arrives on the fourth day after
his legally consensual birthday. In a hurry, he
arrives at your home, clad in an iridescent yellow tee,
baggy bell-bottom jeans and midnight blue crew socks---
shoes (with their confounded and straight-edged confinements
left behind at his parents' house). His parents' prejudices
are as obsolete as their permissions are unnecessary. In
your eager embrace, the difference of twenty-eight years
between your age and his vanishes; and the worth of over
four years of patient waiting is proven. Naked except for
his socks (and you are entirely naked), he releases his
fragrant (and, you will know soon, flavorful) sweetstuff upon
you, as his slender and agile body stiffens and then
shudders as five waves of intimate pleasure surge through him.
J-Called