When I finally squeezed into her, she gasped and gripped at the sheets.
"Hold on a second," she asked urgently. "Just...don't move for a bit. I need to adjust to how thick you are."
I glanced down, surprised. "Uh, okay. But just so you know, I'm at about half mast."
I smiled at her delighted moan.
Our time together was short. My memories of her are soft and thrilling and play out in fragments like scenes of a movie.