“What?! Shit?! Mom spies on us?”“Me, anyway. You mostly hang out in your room with your friends.”“What a bitch!” she spat.“Liz, let it g..., OK? I told you so you knew. Please do NOT make an issue of it. It would really wreck my relationship with Mom. But I couldn’t let you take risks, given what I know from your trip to McKinley.”“You aren’t going to rat me out?”“No. You have to make your own decisions. I don’t agree with you, but it’s not my life to live. It’s yours. And even if you do get in. You wondered about touching slightly higher. I could see in you the longings to, and you speculated, even dared yourself to, hoping it wouldn’t be noticed. I in turn dared draw from your lip a remaining teardrop of tea with my finger, allowing it to dally there before lifting it to my own lips and tasting not only the tea but your skin. As this stimulated feelings of arousal within me, I remembered wondering if it excited you as much. I remembered a bead of perspiration that showed on your. “Now, lie down across my lap.” I obeyed, lying on my stomach across her mons veneris. Sonja sprinkled some salt on my ass. “Anybody got a lime?” Paul got up and retrieved a lime from the kitchen. He also brought back a half-empty bottle of tequila. “Smart boy,” said Sonja. She squeezed some line onto my ass, then dribbled tequila across it. Next she was bending forward and licking the concoction off my ass. Her tongue probed my hole, and I was completely hard. “Your turn,” said Sylvia. She made. My First Boyfriend....I was 15 and in grade 10. I first met Mike at a community centre I went to every Friday night. A bunch of teenagers would go there hang out, play sports/games or watch movies. Mike was 19, 5'7, dark hair, dark skin and slim. He was the first guy who was really nice and who was actually interested in. He was very sweet and funny. I was attracted to him, and very attracted to the thought of a guy being attracted to me. We dated and often doubled with our friends.This.