I steal kisses every chance I get and as you try to unlock the door I start in earnest. You fumble with the keys I stand behind you, one hand playin... up your dress as the other one turns you and presses you gently against the door, my mouth on yours with a hunger you match as your hips unconsciously push forward. You feebly try to push me away and keep it decent but I don't budge. Your weakness tells me that you want it a whole lot more than you are worried about decency. I hold your neck. I just want to learn about it." It?" You know what I mean." Well, Chris, most guys your age know a lot more than you about _it_." That's not my fault!" he insisted vehemently, tears welling in his eyes."You're too sensitive, Chris," she said sympathetically, placing a hand over his."I don't want a girl friend, Melinda. I just need a pal to teach me a few things." A pal?" She almost gasped, knowing that she was Chris' only pal. Hurriedly she changed the subject. "There's Terry!" She waved at a. My loins started to stir, and before I realized what was going on, Judy had a big head start on me. I took off after her, with visions of her hot naked body running through my mind. We were both on the cross-country running team, so this was going to be interesting. Judy was ahead of me and she turned her head to see where I was. When she realized that I was gaining ground, she changed direction and headed for the forest.She disappeared into the brush, and I lost sight of her briefly. I. Brad is a big boy at six feet and one inch tall and one hundred and ninety-five pounds, and he is also very handsome. He looks more like me than Ed. So, he must have gotten most of his physical traits from my side of the family.We didn’t arrive in Marietta until late summer of Brad’s sophomore year, so he just barely had time to try out for the team. Ed and I didn’t have time to get very involved with the other team parents that first season, although we did meet many of them at the games. Ed.