Where I fucked her that summer

We started fucking in May, at the drive-in movies, and by August we had fucked dozens of times, with and without rubbers. I fucked her in my bedroom, in her bedroom, in her basement, in her back yard, in the field across from my apartment building, in the bushes by the baseball field, during a game, in the bedroom of my friend’s parents, in their shower, off a dock in Walnut Lake, in the parking lot of my high school during evening classes. We drove around side streets at night with her completely naked and me fingering her wet pussy. A week after she turned eighteen we got married, and she lost all interest in sex. It seems she only liked sex when it was verboten, and there was a risk of getting caught. The fun was over for good.