Whenever she walked those sexy long hair and the bells were wiggling on her round ass. When I approached her, I smiled and winked conveying, ‘you’...e sexier now’. She smiled but didn’t show much enthusiasm. Even at the lunch, she seemed busy and elsewhere. It felt as if the last summer ‘did not happen at all’. I was hurt by this and forced my parents leave early coming with some excuses about classes and school next day. I was angry, sad and lost.At the end of winter, my cousins and I went to. "You're still here," I blurted without thinking.She turned to look at me, her nipples rigid under the material. I noted they stood proud, swimming slightly with each movement of her body. She's not that good I thought to myself. What was I thinking? My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Was my Dad far behind? "I'm going to get a shower," I stammered. Rising quickly, I bounded up the stairs, into my bedroom, and plopped on my bed. I sat for several minutes, thinking about my reaction to. As I went to speak, she held three fingers over my lips.“Peter,” she started, “I can’t. Not now.” A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek which I wiped away with my thumb. I then sucked my thumb dry.“I have... I am…”I rubbed her arm and said, “It’s okay, take your time.”After a pause, she said, “I’m in a relationship at college. If I wasn’t, I would love to kiss you more and talk more and who knows.”She looked down and then up at me, screwing up her eyes in obvious thought.“First off, relax.. I’ll read War and Peace. I’ll start reading it once I get home. I promise.”“Promises, all I get from you is promises. I want knowledge from you.”“This time I mean it, sir. I want to become a good girl. Just give me a chance.”“All right, I’ll do it. I’ll eat your delicious wet pussy. But there is one condition.”Katy looked at him with her eager eyes begging him to continue.“I’ll do it if you name five postmodern novelists.”“Ok, Ok, Ok...” she hastily was trying to overcome her dizziness. “Ah….