Siddown while I get the makings. Spritzer OK?' See? I ain't trying to get you drunk. Diplomatic Doug. I took everything in on a tray, turned the TV of....'You best mix, seein' as I got no idea how you like it. I'm stayin' with beer.' I watched as she fiddled with bottles and glasses, finally built her drink and leaned back a little.'Uh, I wanted to ask about having someone stay over.' Well, bummer.'Found a boyfriend then? Way to go, kid.' Crimson tide, and she took a hasty gulp.'Oh, no, nothing. You opened your shirt a very short time. It just annoys me.“Come on… I want to see all”You came to open your shirt again. I see your bra very well, but I’m still willing for more to see“More..; show me your nipples”I could see a silent “O” on your appealing lips, and then you managed to show me what I wanted.I’m smiling real good.“I dare you show me your pussy”This time I saw you blushing, and a sparkling in your eye.I felt you were about to obey and suggest you crouch behind my car to show me.. A man's balls are called "testicles," meaning "witnesses" because menused to swear oaths on them. In other words, they were considered holy.I love the way that they rise inside the scrotum as this loose,wrinkled sack of flesh tightens and lifts close to the body as arousalsweeps over a man. The scrotum is too often unappreciated. It is lovelyto look at and lovelier to feel, having a silken texture that lendsitself well to manipulation, especially since a man can roll anotherguy's balls around. “Very willingly,” I say.“Rebecca...” she starts. It's the first time a student has called me by my first name. But I've always sensed something there with Bernadette, a rare trust. I suddenly feel wrong, as though admitting what I did with Kyle has cost me something with Bernadette.She slides next to me on the couch.“I appreciate your concern, Bernadette.”“Rebecca, I didn't come here to make you feel better.” She pulls me into a kiss, which I don't resist. My heart thuds against my chest. “Tell.