I let out a groan like, "OOOOOOOOOH!" And buckled forwards held up only by her knee and her hands on my shoulders, which turned into a sort on awkward...embrace as she lowered me to my knees. Even in my inward-turned cocoon of agony, I noted the look of concern mixed with fascination in her eyes as she stood over me, hands on hips as I assumed the fetal position, hands cupping my poor bruised boys.A few minutes later, the urge to spew had subsided and she offered me a hand up."Can I see?" she. So as calmly as I could I stripped down and walked to the waters edge. The trip took me through several clusters of people, most of whom were naked, many of whom were either in receipt of or applying highly sexual massages to the male and female anatomy, with breasts, vagina and penises - almost always erect - being the main target areas. So under those circumstances my own semi-erect - and growing quickly - cock wouldn't have looked out of place, except for the obvious. And the gasps and sighs. I was going to be entering grade 9, my first year of high-school.We lived in small town and the two of us were bussed to school. My sister's school was only a 15 minute trip straight to her school while mine was 45 minutes of boredom picking up all the kids who lived in the country before dropping us off at the high-school, which was located on the very edge of the city.At lunch time I went outside to the smoking area and had a smoke. It was a small area adjacent to the parking lot and the. You run your fingers through my hair and instinctively press my head down against your skin.Then you remember where you are and who is in your house, your k**s. You remember that they are asleep in their beds and you are standing on your front porch where any neighbors who are up late could see you kissing this stranger. You bring me inside and close the door. You say, "My k**s are asleep and I don't wnat to wake them. Let's go somewhere a little more private." With that, you lead me quietly.