[Jefferson's P.O.V.]
Once I was done eating, I managed to whip up an excuse to give my girlfriend to leave a little earlier.
Although my girlfriend Diana was a real piece of work - with a tight crotch and plenty of juice, I couldn't dedicate such a beautiful night to a woman who was menstruating.
After I left, I headed to the parking lot as promised, opened my car door, sat in the driver's seat, and put my seat down. Soon, Katarina sat in it, too. Or was it Catherine? Whatever, it didn't matter.
Ever since she joined the Taekwondo Club, of which I was the club president, we'd had sex twice. Collecting 'stamps' was a hobby of mine, especially among lower-grade girls like Diana and Katarina who were succulent and, most importantly, innocent.
