I can’t do this, I thought to myself. But I had to. I took a deep breath, redialed, and this time when it started ringing I didn’t hang up. ‘Hel...o?’ It must have been his mom. ‘Is Jake there?’ My tentative voice spoke. I equally wished she would say yes and no. ‘Yes, who’s calling?’ ‘A friend from school,’ I lied. I waited as she went to get him, my heart pounding out of my chest. What will I say when he comes on the phone?! ‘Hello, who is this?’ His sultry voice came on the line. I melted.. I lift you dress over your wast. We can see the neighbors lights on across the street and next door. But you don't stop me. Your wearing a thong and no bra. I start making love to your breasts while squeezing your ass. It is getting really hot and steamy but you keep looking over your shoulder to see if anyone can see us. I turn you head back facing me and kiss you while the heal of my hand presses against your now most pussy. I lift you up and sit you up on the hood of my car and as I pull. The most sensual and hottest sounds he had ever heard. He still was manipulating her, teasing her with his expert fingers. Amanda was moaning and Quentin was lying back, fingering this hottest piece of ass he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. Drawing a sharp breath suddenly, he says “I am going to fuck you so good. You ready for me Mandy?” She nodded her head slowly. The foreplay had gotten them both so turned on, they went back to making out like two, impassioned lovers. She broke the kiss. His word was the finial approval on what we did that day or didn’t do. He kept us out of trouble, he was fair and resolved our differences. He was the link between us and the older boys who were becoming teenagers in a housing project full of kids without fathers. The older boys respected him too. Johnny was smart and caring and brave and full of life. There were four or five of us who hung together everyday. There was Johnny, Keith Norwickie, Karl ‘Krazy Karl ‘ KInchie (sometimes just Kraz),.