I could have done handsprings just then. Without thinking I told her how much I loved her and that I felt the same way. We hugged and she excitedly to...d me how glad she was that I wasn’t mad. Over the next few days we could be around each other enough. Even when we were around our parents we would secretly exchange knowing smiles and glances, becoming more and bolder. When no one was around we would hug and caress each other. Touching and even kissing. As my summer was coming to an end we had. Wave after wave of insufferable desire coursed over her tautly rippling belly and her firm young breast jutted proudly, her nipples achingly hard and pulsing. Slowly at first, then with breath-taking speed, these assaulting, tides of animal desire smashed away her fears, her humiliation at losing her dignity like this, giving herself so vulgarly to this mere teenager. All she could feel, all she could think of, was his touch, his wet quivering tongue against her clitoris, his lips hungrily. But not participate. Not with Karen anyway. -Why not? -Darling mine, because no matter what we’ve discussed and fantasised, and however the thought excites me… -Of course it does dillbrain, I know who you are… -Aye, course it does. But I’m not going there. We’re building our love in the reality of your life my sweet. Right now it would be wrong, for me at least, to have someone else… intervene. Maybe when we’re a bit further down the road, more secure with each other… but not now. Don’t want. “Hey Mike, are you going to bed when we get home or are you down to have a few more drinks?” My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe she was actually the one initiating something. I imagined it all week but deep down didn’t think anything would happen but it seemed the perfect storm was brewing. “I'm down to have a few more. I hardly drank, it's you 2 drunks that got hammered.” Kate mumbled something that neither of us understood and Ali cracked up laughing. “Ok great!” She responded. We got home.