She pushed herself away from me with both her little hands on my chest. "All right, that's fair!" I agreed. God she was cute. I would have agreed to a...ything."Maybe on the second or third date," she added primly. I knew she was pretty conservative, but that seemed like a long wait, just for a kiss. My blood was boiling for her."Okay. How about tomorrow for lunch?" I offered. I'd rather make it breakfast, but she wanted to move slow and I had to contain myself."You know I go to church all day,". He figured that she must have gotten a ride home or something, so he walked the rest of the way home by himself.Later that evening, after dinner, and after he'd finished up all of his school work, Mike picked up the telephone in his parent's bedroom and dialed Jennie's number. It rang twice before a man answered. Mike recognized Mr. Taylor's voice on the other end of the line."Hello?" Hello Mr. Taylor, this is Mike Sweeney. Is Jennie there?" Hold on and I'll check Mike, okay?" Sure Mr. Taylor,. I don't get Lisa. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the car. We didn't do anything 'cause she didn't want to fool around which was cool but I just didn't want to be alone while Peter an' Trina fucked.But sometimes she's got other bruises,. I had to keep my bag firmly over it to avoid completely confessing my perversion. This routine would continue everyday, with her dragging her fingers across her body... Slowly dragging her skirt higher up and letting her hand disappear towards the inside of her milky thighs. It was a Thursday afternoon, on the way home, when things escalated. She came onto the bus, looking disgruntled and almost upset. But then, for the first time, she saw me, the explicit concern and barely concealed lust in.