I don’t know what to do. I should stay away from you. I should never kiss you again. I should get up and walk out of here right now. But I can’t. ... want to kiss you again. Right now,” she sighed.Her hands were on the table. I was tempted to hold them, as if by doing that I could transfer to her the feelings I had about how bad things could be. But that would have sent the opposite message, and would confuse her, or both of us, even more. I had to be extremely cautious about everything I said. Taking my cue, I asked Janice out. Because she was new in town, I suggested a tour of the city and dinner afterward. That evening I took her to the most romantic restaurant I knew and, for the next few hours, it was as if we were the only two people in the room. As we talked, I kept thinking how Janice had the most pleasant voice, beautiful hair, smile, gorgeous eyes and the softest and most delicate of hands. My head soon began to swim with fantasies of having those hands sliding into my pants. Many years ago, I had a c0usin who was several years older than me who used to hang out with my older br0ther. Just as I became a teen4ger, he started hanging out with me a little more, which I found to be fun as he was a very nice guy and I was always a little jealous of my br0ther for getting to spend time with him. We started doing things that the "older guys" did. He was one of the first people I got dru4k with and smo4ed with him. I enjoyed being cool and the attention that he gave me.One. And there was plenty of cleavage to be seen.Bjorn came back into the house as he was greeted by Nicki. It was now Bjorn who had the big smile on his face Bjorn asked, where is MR P? Nicki said that he is out of town and she got his water. Bjorn said" it is very warm outside". At that juncture, Nicki said why don't you come over onto the couch and I will get you some water. She came back with the water and sat next to him. He tried not to be obvious but he could not help but staring at her.