"His hand was still on my shoulder."But it's so embarrassing, Mr Roberts." I'm not embarrassed about it. It came as a shock when I saw you, I mustadmi..., and it did take me a few days to get my head round it but yeah, I'mone hundred percent cool with it now, Lee. Don't worry about it. And I'vetold Stephen that I'm ok with what you were doing." We're not gay, Mr Roberts."He could see that I was getting upset and he stroked my arm."You were just experimenting. I know. I did the same when I was. I don’t want to hurt you, or myself, and you’re still clenching often and hard enough to make that a possibility. Patience. It’s still only evening, afterall. Slow, at first, but deep. A gently rocking of my hips, my fingers playing against your skin again. I love feeling you. Just skin touching skin. Love sleeping naked with you, love showering with you, love holding your hand, and feeling your lips touching mine. But I especially love when your eyes roll into the back of your head and you. I think that both of us wondered whether our friendship would survive this meeting. We separated, and went to our homerooms.It was in my first period class that I decided to make the big sacrifice. Since Eileen was the last remaining bone of contention standing between the two of us remaining friends, I would make the gesture of graciously stepping aside, allowing him a clear and open field with her.Denise Bowman helped me to arrive at my decision. Denise had just gotten her braces removed the. Dave and I accepted the beers from Aimee and Jessa and toasted by clinking the bottles together, drinking deeply.It was virtually impossible to tell which girl was which, they were identical in every visible respect, and I was having difficulty in keeping my eyes off the two of them. Their breasts were almost all nipples, puffy, dark and up-turned. As Jessa took a drink, the beer dribbled down her chin and fell between her breasts and without thinking, I used my fingers to capture the rivulet.