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When I was in high school I used to hang out at our small town pizza shop with my friends and there was a mid 40's hippie that didn't own a car and rode a bike everywhere. Anyway, a few wiggles of the worm and this old fish was about to gnaw the fucking hook off.

We meet up at the park and she pulled out a 6 pack and a bag of weed. I have zero interest in getting to know this chick but her ass had me mesmerized. We threw her bike in the back of my car, I drove her to her place, and I nailed her so hard she had sympathy pains for Jesus.

A few weeks go by and we meet up when we can, make the beast with two backs, and go our separate ways. Things were going great until we made plans for her to spend the 4th of July at house while my parents were out of town and she got so whacked out on black tar heroin that she threw a full bottle of Fireball through the fucking patio door. I loaded her shit up and took her back to her place. A week or so later she calls and tells me she's sorry and wants to hook up asap. Common sense told me no but I wanted another crack at that ass so, well, you know what happened? We must have fucked for 6 hours because when I finally woke up, it felt like my meat had been slammed in a car door. I'd been banging late 20's and early 30's women and I'd NEVER been fucked that hard.

Seasons change and we slowly grew apart but I'll never forget that amazing summer with Melissa.