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My Friday Nights with Bree
Watching her dance to Mozart, I knew she was a once in a lifetime love.
The beauty of the 10th grade was although Bree and I couldn’t drive, the fact is, we were on varsity (Bree a varsity cheerleader, I’m the QB) and most of our teammates did. They were happy to give us rides.
On most Friday nights after our football game, Bree would spend the night with her friend Candice. I would have one of my mates drop me off and either Candice or her boyfriend would bring me home.
Candice’s house had a huge basement and older parents, who were usually in bed by 9 pm. It would just be the four of us. They were Seniors who were frequently having sex, while Bree and I had only made love once on her birthday.
They would go to the back bedroom and my Love and I would have the entire basement family room to ourselves. We are stretched out on the couch. My Heart speaks:
“Baby will you wub my feet?”
“Sure you wascally wabbit.” I reply.
“Yay, I will get the lotion. Let’s listen to some music. Is Mozart Ok?”
“Of course, beautiful.” (I secretly hate Mozart, he’s such a pussy. I’m a Beethoven kinda guy.)
“Yay, I wuv you.”
