The brown part around my nipples, mom calls it the oriole, is getting wider, it used to just be a little nothing, and the nipples are getting bigger, ...oo. I noticed that when I think about some things, they get hard.Now comes the really weird part. I was prepared, 'cause we had sex education class, but my thing between my legs is really getting different looking. It used to just be this really thin up and down slit between my legs for peeing, but all sorts of crazy things are going on now. For. If she didn’t have anyone, there was always Matt to fall back on. He growled at the thought of it. Of all the people, she had to have picked his best friend. He was so wrapped up in his pacing that he didn’t hear the door creak open and shut. ‘Hey.’ The voice was feminine with a sultry rasp, which meant Michelle. He turned with a sigh. ‘Hey.’ ‘She just left.’ Michelle half-grinned at the relief on Ted’s face. Janey might have sunken her claws into Matt, but she had lost Ted. It was at least. ’ ‘Okay,’ she said, and sat down close beside him. Too close. He shifted to his right, away from her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the hard-on he was trying to hide. ‘Maybe we should have some cake now?’ She glanced at the candle, now three quarters burned. ‘Not yet.’ She took a sip from her wine glass, put it back down and went to move closer to him. ‘Beth,’ he said, holding out his hand to stop her. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Nothing, it’s just…I’m not sure this is right.’ ‘Why? Have you got a. You have to stay."I was taken back as the girl leaned over the table to look me directly in the eyes. She was bending over the table, and her tight-fitting waitress top had slipped down to give me a clear view of the tops of her full breasts. I felt myself getting hard and was trying to formulate an answer when the old man from lunch stepped out from behind the bar."Calm down Tameka," he called out. "I was going to see if the young man wanted to stay, but it's got to be his choice." He walked.