So much so that I let Harry have his way with me since I was 15. We screwed in his bed, my bed, his parents bed, the couch, kitchen table, floor, bath...tub, shower, basement, on the dryer, the porch, his back yard, the front seat, back seat, the locker room at school, a picnic table in the park, at the beach, just about anywhere we went. I loved him and wanted to do everything I could to keep him happy. I thought sex was the way to do that. We went to his friend Thom’s house for a party to usher. She bound her long dark hair up on top of her head in a loose bun to keep it off her neck Small drops of sweat slid down her neck and her back. She hadn't worn anything under the dress in an effort to keep cool; soon the light fabric was clinging to her body from a sheen of sweat. She absently pulled the thin material from her skin and fanned herself. "I need some fresh air", she thought and slid open the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The humidity hit her like a wall when she. I exercised at least a half hour every day to strengthen the muscles in my chest, so I could go bra-less almost all the time. I occasionally wore a half-cup demi-bra if it was absolutely necessary.Bryce and I started necking on the couch, and he had one hand in my blouse, tweaking my right nipple. Now, I don't know if I've told you this, but my nipples are extremely sensitive, and I think they're connected directly to my Bartholin's Glands, as my vagina began lubricating. I was leaking more oil. He asked me if I would like some bourbon and I nodded. He smiled, fixed us both a drink and we toasted our new friendship.I finished my drink rather quickly, and he made me another one. As I began sipping it, he put a hand on my shoulder and looked deeply into my eyes."You were getting hard out there, Billy," he said. "Was I making you hard?"I blushed and looked away."Look at me young man," he said, his voice now a little menacing.I didn't like where all this was going, but I also didn't want.