Doug was a typical example. He was tall and slender, yet hardbodied. We had chemistry from the instant we first laid eyes on each other. But he lacked...self-confidence, especially when it came to females. I always had an itch to do something about that!My opportunity came one day when Doug got into a scuffle with another boy, from a different class. He had to stay with me after school.With only he and I in the classroom, I excused myself to go to the little girls' room. After I'd finished. Darlene quickly stepped out of them and stood before him, now naked from the waist down, the light brown fuzz of her pussy hair already matted and wet with her cunt oil. The sweet, pungent smell of her sex was in the air all around them.Still seated, Mahoney worked his slacks off and as soon as he did the girl leaned forward and immediately slid her hands down inside his white cotton briefs, her fingers stroking the length of his cock."Mmmm... nice cock," the junior high school girl said. There was one other thing that was always a big part in my life. My dad's older brother - the one I was named after - owned a jazz club in Norman. It was a nice bar cum restaurant of a decent size. He had a house band that was always changing and he brought in some of the better jazz groups over the years like Stan Getz, Charlie Byrd and the Brazilians Joao Gilberto and Antonio Carlos Jobim. My personal favorite was John Coltrane; he played with such incredible freedom.When we got together for. I crack the door open and stick my head out.Yes, Can I help you?I give her the head to toe scan, pretty toes, high heels, stocking, long slitten gym skirt, and one hella black V-neck tank top that made her Breasts look like Big Cherry suckers, which brought my eyes to her collarbones and her soft neck that was hugged by the hair. Then I made eye contact; her Eyes were lighted with a lust twinkle that made me want to listen to her story and help instead of me slamming the door in her face.Her.