"You must be John," Mary's mother greats you. "I'm Marie and this is Mary's father, Jacob." I'm barbequing ribs, chicken, salmon, corn on the cob, and...potatoes, " Mary's father told you. "I tried for a bit of variety for you. I hope there is something there you'll like." It all sounds great," you tell him. Did he really expect you to call him 'Jacob'?The mother directs your attention to a painting over the couch as the father goes back outside to check on the grill. "Tell me, John what do you. Realising how far she had walked, she sat down on the moss for a rest. The moss was so comfortable that she could not resist the temptation to lie back on it, and she was soon daydreaming. Her thoughts wandered around to the boy she currently fancied, three years older than her but who had shown some interest in her. She imagined them kissing, his hands exploring her body, and as she did so her hands went where she imagined his would, brushing her stomach and then the sides of her breasts. Her. ” “I love you, too,” I nodded, and he turned me around to make out with me and I let him, feeling that electric charge in my insides that only happened with him. He was feeling randy, for sure, and pressed against me hard, all of his tall solid body against all of mine. “You love me,” he muttered into my neck, his hands in my shirt, moving on my back while he pressed his erection against mine. “Show me how you love me.” “Scotty’s here,” I reminded him, but that made him chuckle. “Scotty can’t. “This is Brett, my,” she paused and looked at me. “My boyfriend.” Shocked that Kelly said that, I turned around. There in front of me was a hot cheerleader in only a skimpy, see-through g-string. She stood there, not trying to cover herself up. “Hi,” I stammered. “I’m, um, Brett.” I stuck out my hand to shake her hand making sure I kept eye contact with her, but making good use of my peripheral vision. Snickering, she said, “Hi, um, Brett. I’m Rachel. It’s nice to meet you.