The fear of rejection was kicking in. This was what had stopped me from trying anything before. I wasn’t going to let it happen today. Time to meet ...y fear head on.I was so moist. I could feel my own wetness, as I made my way towards the shower. I slid in behind him, pressing my body against his. Squashing my breasts as hard as I could against his back. Scratching my hard nipples into his taut muscles. My arms reached around his chest. The fingers on my left hand tracing over his pecs and. I jumped down from the platform, bounded into the passenger side of my fathers truck and waved as we drove off. It was two long weeks until I had to cover for my brother again. I chose my outfit carefully. At that time, I was in excellent shape. I had athletic tan legs from summers at the swimming pool and days on the basketball and volleyball court. I had some cut-off jean shorts where the inseam was literally less than 2 inches across. They came right below the crack of my ass. When we were. ? His sexy arms again gripped the head rests,biceps pumped as he supported his weight, a mockery of the easy relaxedposition he'd adopted the day before. I joked about the stench of his sweatypits next to me, which we'd have to fix at our next stop...?Cody was caught between a rock and a hardplace.? The trip to Bodyworks was anon-stop arse grinding experience, and his dick dripped rivulets of sap downthe veiny shaft the whole way.? Butdespite the agony, I could see the dread on his face as we. I was almost a bitsad to leave as I had no idea if the theme night would go back to sucha theme anytime soon. That was a place I would love to visit often."Where to now?" I asked, knowing that I had a fifty-fifty chance ofgetting an answer. It was someplace we went often, he would tell me,if he chose a new place, he'd keep it secret."Boulevard," he answered.I groaned for the second time on our date. I could feel my heelstrying to murder my feet. Don't get me wrong, the boulevard.