Peaches was surprised to already feel his dick to be hard as a rock; he apparently hadn’t been asleep like she thought he was. He let out a short, q...iet grunt as she did so and responded with a gentle hand sliding down the front of her shorts straight to the spot that needed attention.There were no words exchanged, just quiet sighs and moans as he stroked over the girl’s now soaked pussy. He was apparently a fan of teasing, making sure to circle his fingers around her clit without ever touching. During the dance and afterward he had tried to feel her up, but she resisted, and when they said goodnight, she gave him only a peck on the cheek. He never asked her out after that. ?Hop on,? he said. Should she??Taking me home?? she asked.?No, to a party.??What kind of party???You know, booze, weed, music. I need a date. All the guys need to bring a date.?She wondered if she would be safe. She had a reputation as a slut, which she didn't think she deserved, but every guy she went out. I couldn’t. I tugged the top off, my mouth dry, and he took it from me, dropping it on the floor. He didn’t try to hide the way he looked at me. It made me want to cross my arms over my chest. It felt like more than being naked, like he could see some part of me that no-one had seen before, no-one had tried to see before.He didn’t touch me. He just stayed there a while in his jeans, sitting astride my legs, me wearing only my panties and he didn’t speak. I didn’t speak. It felt like it lasted. “Are you crying Avril? Why? What’s wrong?”“It’s just that ... I don’t want the father of my child to die for some Baldian thinking” Baldia is a story not unlike Don Quixote, someone with an old-fashioned, antiquated idea of honour. I hugged her tightly and promised I would try not to be stupid again. But how would this end? I couldn’t stay on Endothium for ever, or could I?‘Seems unlikely. You would change the evolutionary line too much. Every intelligent life form would end up being related to.