“Now, the shirt.” Her face blushed crimson as she undid the buttons one by one. The first sight of her black-lace bra caused James’s cock to sti... a little. The baggy shirt had hidden her large firm breasts well; he hadn’t guessed she was so…fleshy. She finished undoing her shirt and glided it off her shoulders, slowly brushing her hair back as she did. “Give me a twirl, let me see you.” She turned on her tiny feet; her back arched a little as her whole body blushed. She couldn’t believe what he. Seriously, that does sound a good idea, and if they are nice, both of us could join the club and play regularly. How seriously do they take it?”“Oh, I think that it’s as serious as you want it to be. There were quite a few kids around, but they are in a local Cleveland league, so if we get to be any good at it, we could play matches against other clubs.”“Okay, that could be good. Have you been swimming yet?”“Over at the Forum? No, not yet. It’s the wrong side of the river, so I haven’t really. Arriving five minutes early, I found a seat as near to the back of the auditorium as possible. I settled in to wait as students started to trickle in the door. By the time Carol walked in the room was full to overflowing. Walking straight to the desk on the small stage at the front of the room, Carol placed her load of books down and removed her jacket. My mind immediately flew back to my fantasy erotic encounter at lunchtime and I once again found myself sporting a raging hard on. She was. I wrote him a long email from my personal email account, the real one, told him my real name, and said I couldn't keep our interactions financial. It felt wrong. We were friends.NEXT: "He'd say something that would have me biting my lip while I worked, so the guy on the other end wouldn't see me cracking up for no apparent reason…"Then we started emailing back and forth, long, gloriously in-depth emails of feelings and thoughts and background and history. He told me about his early twenties.