. Ummm, well, you see..." I stammered. "I just need a ha... I-I-I mean... I'm sorry Sister, I need help." The young Sister, upon surveying more than j...st my unenviable situation, offered to do just that... give me a hand. We both had a laugh at her poor choice of words. I sat stunned, as she squatted between my legs and then, looking both directions, took hold of my flaccid cock, giving it a few wiggles and caressing tugs. It immediately began to grow at her touch. Her small delicate hand. After heading back into town and trailling round the pubs I met them in a bar called the Corn Exchange, they were tanked up on vodka by this stage and Jane had been talking about what had happened between us because Elaine kept calling me a naughty boy, so after having a couple of drinks with them and trying to divert the conversation to other things it always came back to Jane and Deborah! When Jane went to the toilet Elaine got into my ear saying Jane was wanting a shag for her birthday,. That’d give the suggestion plenty of time to percolate through her brain. If there was going to be any shift in her attitude toward me, she should be showing signs by dinnertime. At the first indication of success, I’d look for an opportunity to get her in my sights and reverse the previous suggestion.So what’s that line from Roberts Burns? Oh yeah, “The best laid plans of mice and men...”I got home from swimming practice at the same time Dad got home from his office. Mom was in the kitchen. The man had a shirt for a small man already in stock, and he said that he could modify it to fit me. The job should take only about three weeks, so that was when we left the little shop. I was so happy that I was practically skipping along the sidewalk as we headed for the subway. Fortunately, I had just finished a growth spurt, and I was now 5'-4" tall and weighed 119 pounds. Dad and Mom had both agreed that I had probably reached my full adult size, but I was unhappy with my B-cup breasts..