Mature pissing

Predictably my father was not there, and in spite of my outward toughness, mature pissing hurt! It hurt a lot! But as soon as we all had our diplomas, I took Kelly in my arms and I kissed her, full on the lips! And in front of everyone! "Congratulations, gorgeous!" I fairly shouted. she didn't congratulate me, she just melted into my arms and whispered "I love you, Charlie!" "C'mon, you two!" a voice behind me said. When I turned around there was Ron with her parents, and Timmy with his. We all hugged and shook hands, promised not to lose touch with each other, and then mature pissing was over! "Anybody mind if I just drop my gown in the car and walk home?" I inquired. "Yes," Kelly piped up, "I mind. I don't think you need to be alone right now, Charlie." "Let her go," Mom advised, "I think she needs some time by herself." And then I was walking around town, alone, thinking. I thought about all that had gone on for the past three years. What had happened? Things had been so great then! There was no doubt, no thought even, for the future, because the future was cast in stone. But then the stone crumbled. Why? Of course I knew the answer. I had fucked everything else royally by declaring myself in love with another boy. No matter that the boy I loved was the most sensitive, feeling, caring individual I had ever known. No matter that she had eyes that could reduce me to a muttering idiot! I didn't think about her body, her endless appetite for sex, I only thought about how I'd been attracted to her from the first time I'd seen her and nothing else mattered. And I knew that mature pissing was all right. I knew that it's impossible to love someone as much as we loved each other without some good coming out of it.