.. BOYS!We would talk about all the boys we knew: who was seeing whom, who had actually been kissed or more. I was seventeen and one of the oldest of ...ur group, but I was by far one of the least experienced. I had kissed Charlie Framner twice but that was it. Most of the guys thought I was odd because I believed in magic. I didn't know any of course, but I believed in it. I wished that I could do magic, wished that I could cast some spell that would make some boy fall madly in love with me. He. The tension was already quite high so I stopped the kiss pretty quickly because I planned to take her to my parents' room where I set up candles and romantic music.So I told her to follow me to the ''love room'' as we used to call it after this night, and as we got in, as soon as I locked the door, we began to kiss each other so deeply and romantically. My hands couldn't resist the temptation to feel her ass combined with the silkiness of her tight dress. As I grabbed her beautiful butt cheeks,. I reached back into my underwear drawer, right at the back my hand searched. Being alone for such long periods, I had invested in a couple of toys, three to be exact. It had taken all my courage to go to a sex shop at all, but over a couple of visits I had made three purchases, a pink silicone dildo, not too big, about the size of Harry’s penis, a perfect size for nights when I lay in bed silently missing him. My second toy was a small vibrator, the gentle hum of the warm plastic phallus often. Yet, if he was interested in her before, why would he propose to me now? Maybe with him gone for two months and now the whole winter, he thought if he didn’t do something, he’d lose me. Maybe seeing her again after he proposed to me, she turned his head around. Instead of me being his fiancée, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife, I envied their intimacy. They were talking or working but it looked like more than that to me. They looked as if they were enjoying one.