. but I never got a reply.I saw her briefly at Christmas; we kissed, on the cheek, and hugged but I could feel the wall between us now. I could feel t...e sense of being apart and, somewhere inside me, I cried. She asked me out on New Year's Eve but I had to leave just after Christmas, we had a bowl game on January 1st and I had to be with the team.After that, e-mails tapered down to once a month, phone calls too ... and then, in May, they stopped altogether. I knew she'd moved on ... and I knew. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved in closer. The exotic woman dancing in her satin wraps was seducing the ever willing crowd and when she finished, they threw handfuls of money at her. She thanked them with a demure bow and two men stepped in with a juggling act, but the vagabond’s eyes were fixed firmly on the woman. There was no mistaking the similarity in features: the eyes, the hips, and that self-possessed, smoldering sexuality. He sighed lightly, turned around, and hurried. Lauren shivered but said nothing, her leg still on his.Finch did it again, this time making a return trip up her thigh. When she didn't protest, he turned his hand over and slid his fingers down to her hand. When their fingers met, the curled them together with only a bit of hesitation.Finch was in heaven. His body vibrated in the cold water, two beautiful teens holding his hands, Lauren's foot slowly stroking his leg, his fingers only inches from Hannah's genitals.He caught Lauren giving. I never really thought about her in a sexual way before. She was 16 at the time. One night while spending the night at my aunt’s house, I was staying in Bethany’s room we sat up late talking about stuff while playing videogames. We came across the discussion of sex and people we had crushes on we’d like to do it with…both of us were virgins at the time so we were curious on the topic and wanted to learn more but we were to scared and nervous to actually do it so we looked it up and for.