But, it was significant.Over the next year, Cassie's crushes evolved into dates. She quickly became popular with the boys, and I was, well, best frien... to the girl everyone wanted. I lived my dating life through her for a while and loved hearing about all her experiences.At night, when hidden under my covers in darkness, I would visualize her dates. I found her stories arousing - when a boy first felt up her shirt and down her pants. I experienced my first wetness between my legs, playing out. For example, I was trying to hold back to give her a chance to get her climax. She was riding and sweetly said, “You look too serious. Relax. Just enjoy me and be OK with whatever happens.”I let go a flood of semen inside her and she leaned over to kiss me. “Thank you for the gift. Just keep going.”I did and she got off several times before I did a repeat “gifting”.Julie asked if we might take a shower together, something I had never done before with a woman. She made it a lot more fun than. But he just said that No, his boy would not do that, don't be silly. He was just "rough-housing" with me, and I should forget about it. "Since then I've been very scared of boys, and what they would try to do to me. I started to feel better a few months ago, when Bev and the other girls accepted me as their friend. I wasn't as scared, and now I have girl friends to pal around with every day at school, even though I am a little older than some of them." Bev asked her how she felt right now .... Usually it stayed spiked."Must be the humidity," he grumbled, as he again guided it back.Soon he had finished reading some of the files, but soon he got bored.Then again, he already knew the reports back to front, so it did gettedious after a while. By this point his hair was starting to hangdangerously by his sides, and judging from his vision were starting tofrizz from the "humidity".Part of him felt puzzled by this development, but when he touched one byhis fingers and muttered, "Such a.