We were sitting next to each other during the mixed part of the sex-ed class and I kept taking glances over her way noting that she seemed to be takin... special interest in the subject matter. I had mentioned her to my younger brother, Nate, not long ago and he told me that her younger brother had told him that he was getting to suck her boobs and touch her body after school.Oh, did that make me hard. Yes, yes.Then, one afternoon after school, at the library, I saw her at a table looking through. It was enough to make me wet. “Could have been worse right?”“Eh, just a few tonight.”“Garret, so not you. Just have fun and don’t worry about me.” Damn, if he didn’t have enough to drink, he wouldn’t pass out and that meant I wouldn’t get my ride. “Half the fun of being your roomie is being able to take care of you.”“Fair enough, but one of these days,” he pointed at me and then himself, “it will be just us and I will take you out for a nice dinner.”“Deal.” I held out my fist for him to. I went to an all boys school. Not a boarding school. Just a boys high school. I had a few friends and some were closer than others. A few of us used to share whatever girlie mags we found or were handed to us. It was normal. This will sound a little weird. A group of us were passing through the local cemetery on the way home from school. The council workers who looked after the place, had little huts scattered around where they took their breaks and stored their tools. One had been left open.. I announced last card and dealt it out. Terry quickly passed and Brian being a man raised, I then raised again. Terry sat there and said she did not want to drop out but was out of clothes. I told her to put up or drop out, but that she was getting her clothes back unless she won and could not go and put something else on. She sat there and said, "How about I will serve both of you drinks if I loss dressed the way I am for the rest of the evening." We both said we would let that cover what was.