They must have come in in the middle of the fireworks. Oh, joy.Jared led me back to the couch. Tina was hovering. "Oh, God, Amanda, what did I say? I ...idn't mean anything, oh shit..." Tina," I cut her off. "It wasn't your fault. Please. It was not your fault." It's been a long day," Jared said."That's an understatement." I took a deep breath, and looked at Tina. "After school today, in the woods leading to the football field, I cheated on your brother." Tina looked at me in shock. "I had sex. Nogirly clothes. My ear studs stayed out, for most of the time. Mytattoo stopped hurting, and while I had to keep it it, my navelpiercing healed nicely. I was still taking my pills though, that wasthe wall I couldn't seem to break through.I kept running. If it was my being out of practice, then practice iswhat I needed. And practice helped. I got some of my wind back, andwhile it wasn't overnight success, I felt a little stronger, and littlecloser to normal each time I went out. . Nodding, she went home, showered, changed into her nice clothes and travelled on the bus to her rendezvous. His solution was simple. If she agreed she could move into his spare room rent free. Further, he warned her there was no such thing as a 'free meal' and that the room would be on the basis of 'friends with benefits' and if she wanted a roof over her head she would have to accept that he would be occasionally knocking on her door. The offer was 'take it or leave it'; her choice! She. .. well not yet. He kept to the commercial side of town, passing workshops, factories and derelict building. I watched the world slip by ... then felt his hand on my thigh ... my skirt was well up so I was showing plenty of it. His hand was hot and he, like me, seemed to be trembling a little, perhaps he was as nervous as I was. I made no attempt to move it; I saw little point in doing so. It merely endorsed what I was in his car for. His hand moved up and between my thighs. I parted my legs a.