Obviously my friends had other plans and I thought I knew why. We needed to talk and they were probably more comfortable without Sofia being with us. ...ot that they didn't trust her, just that it was clear she was unhappy with them. They wanted to get me alone and after that we'd talk to Sofia. We all knew I wouldn't keep anything secret from her. Not anymore."Oh my God!" I grinned at the view, clapping my hands as we found ourselves overlooking a waterfall in the middle of the jungle.The falls. Then a week later I'd start again and feel ashamed of myself. As my teen years progressed, so too did the schoolyard talk about masturbation and sex. I also noticed glimpses of nudity on TV, both in medical shows and in movies. This would be enough to make me horny and if I was by myself, I might even masturbate then and there!There would also be dirty magazines brought to school, and it was an age when internet porn was starting to get talked about. Most women by now (late 90s/early 2000) had. I touched the picture, the tactile sensation filling mymind with memories of her. I pulled out a folder and rifled through mychemistry notes. In my lithe feminine hands the pages seemed biggersomehow.Stuffed in the back of my former locker was an old hoodie. I took itout. This wasn't mine anymore but I took it anyway. I smelt it. Itsmelled slightly of stale sweat. Of how I used to smell. Boys stank. Itwas true. But I put it on because it was mine... I scribbled a note,thanking Pete for the. The cold air might get her right. She stood there naked on the porch taking deep lung fulls of the cold predawn air. She looked down. She was covered in gooseflesh, and her nipples were stuck out like nobody's business. She took one more deep breath, and went back inside. After being in the cold outside, it felt VERY warm. This place was just as private as their own. It was a quarter mile from the main road, and had trees between the house and the road. Cathy had taken her out and showed it to.