Blurred Lights - 1 - Sex Stories

Blurred Lights - 1

A middle-aged woman sat in a small booth in the back of the dimly lit diner reading the college newspaper — more specifically the advice column — while reaching for the small cup of freshly brewed coffee. Her lips curled with slight excitement when she found that her question had been picked and answered. With widened eyes she began to read quickly. “Dear ‘Confused About Love’, it seems as if you’re at a crossroads in your love life. To put it plain and simple, you have to learn what it means to love someone.” The lady stopped and read the section again, making sure there were no double meanings stuffed in-between the lines. She continued on, reading quietly to herself. “You see, love these days is just a word that comes and goes. Few people seriously know what it means to really love someone. When you say you love somebody, it means that you’ll be there for him or her in their darkest of times.” She stopped again and took a sip of the bitter black liquid, reflecting on what this kid who was half her age had to say about love. She readjusted her glasses and cleared her throat, preparing to read a little more. “When you love someone, it means you can accept all of their flaws. You can’t simply say ‘I love you’ when they do something good and then hate them when they make a mistake.” The mysterious lady, now completely oblivious to her surroundings, scratched her nape, feeling somewhat uneasy. “It means that there’s no strings attached. You have to love unconditionally. It ...

... takes understanding. It takes courage. It takes patience and even a little bit of work, mixed with tears, blood and lemon pledge.” With a furrowed brow, she read it again to make sure it said what it said. “I know it can be tough. The act of loving someone unconditionally can be easier than said than done but you can do it if I can do it. Keep the faith and you’ll go far.” She sat the paper down gingerly, taking a deep breath. It was amazing that a complete stranger could make her feel like everything was going to be okay. She wondered why the author of the advice column was anonymous. ------------ The morning sun poured in through the oversized window, bringing Avery out of a peaceful sleep. The dorm he was in was a 12-story building with a swimming pool on the top floor. The windows were so large that they were nearly 3/4ths of the wall. Since the room was on the 11th floor, he and his roommate decided against curtains. It was nearly impossible to see beyond the window from outside. Avery swung his legs out from under the sheets and onto the carpeted floor. He looked down at his throbbing cock, which seemed to be looking right back at him. He gripped it, barely getting his fingers around it. “Link,” Avery whispered across the room, “are you up?” The sleeping boy on the other side of the room didn’t stir. Avery rose from his bed, and crept over to the other bed, while his cock stuck straight out like a flagpole. He lifted the blue sheets and slid in underneath. Link’s natural ...