I pulled my hardening nine-inches of meat out of my shorts and into the open air to jerk it slowly. I knew nobody would follow me this far away from a...l the crowds, and I was horny as hell as I thought of her smoking body. I wished I had some lube as my cock reached full raging-hardness, pointing straight up to the clouds in my hand."Is that for me?" It was a sexy girl's voice with a British accent close by, and nearly scared the living shit outta me. I looked up at once, and I'm sure you'll. Then, out of the blue in the middle of some texting about school, he got a bit flirty. I returned with flirty and then he got very flirty and then suddenly said "I'm game. Are you?" After picking myself up off the floor, I said yes. Then things got hot. We texted all sorts of naughty things, fantasies, desires. We talked about all our kinks. We even talked on the phone one day but then nothing. For about two weeks I heard literally nothing out of him. I figured he had had second thoughts.I had. I looked over to another booth and the most beautiful young man I had seen in ages was sitting with his male friend.He was wearing a Davey Crocket hat with beaver tail and a fringed suede jacket.I could overhear that he had a French accent but was speaking English. I had had a few beers by then and I was feeling bold,I got up and pulled the tail of his hat and asked if he would like a beer.He smiled and said that he was leaving soon but thanks anyway.He got up and went to the washroom and I. ”December 18, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio“Mom is taking Sasha to the doctor on Tuesday, and afterwards they are going shopping,” Tasha said with a silly smile as she, Clarissa, and I sat in the sitting room at her house.“And what exactly do you mean to imply, Natalya Vasilyevna?” I asked.“I mean to imply you better be here on Tuesday morning at 10:15am sharp! Or you’re not going to live to see Nativity!”“My sense of self-preservation is sufficiently strong that I shall endeavor to be here.”“Tasha,”.