There were more stars than I could ever imagine. High in the Vermont hills I was dragged out of the cabin, and a nice comfortable fireside drunk, into the sobering cold night. “Come look at all the stars,” said the girl I lusted for, though her lust lay elsewhere. Then I looked up. We gasped in unison.
We had sex right there on the dirt driveway. Overwhelmed by the glory. We had to respond. It was quick and humbling.
We got back inside as the rest of the gang returned from night skiing. She and he went right to bed.