Granny sex

"Okay, I promise." Sometimes we get support and help in areas where we least expect granny sex. I had been carefully concealing my little problem because I didn't want granny sex to get back to the Collins house. I knew that Mom would come up with the money somehow, but I also knew that granny sex would be at her own sacrifice. "So where are you going to college?" Peggy asked idly one Saturday morning after our regular rehearsal. "Not sure," I answered, "Kelly and I were planning to go to Indiana, but I might not have enough money." "That's too bad," she observed, and little more was said. "You really like Peggy don't you Charlie?" Kelly asked late one Friday night. We were lying in bed, having just made love, and were now doing our familiar after-glow activity: massaging each other gently, almost worshipfully, all over. "Yeah," I answered dreamily, "She's a really nice girl. She's a helluva pianist too." "Make a perfect match for you... she is so musical, you get along so well... do you think..." I sat bold upright in bed. "No, I don't think!" I stated loudly, "What exactly are you thinking Kelly? What exactly are you trying to say, that you're suspicious because I spend so much time with her?" "Damn, Charlie!" Kelly said with surprise, "Calm down! I'm not accusing you, just asking. How come you're so touchy?" "Shit, I dunno," I said sheepishly, "Now I guess I really am acting suspiciously. But for what it's worth, there's nothing going on, if that's your question." "Well granny sex wasn't my question," Kelly said, the hurt very plain in her voice, "But you've got to be wondering what she's thinking. I mean she really likes you, that's obvious, and you have so much in common..." "We're colleagues, Kelly, no more. And I think she has to know by now that I'm not interested.