Right it was time I lifted the glasses and bottle and went upstairs, neither of the girls were in the bedroom when I entered but Bex’s bag was open ...n the blanket box at the end of the bed, next to it were an array sex toys, vibes much larger than nics, any al love beads vibrating nipple clamps to name a few and an astonishing amount of lubes and oils.They were still giggling in the ensuite but had left the door open a crack, I couldn’t resist and sneaked over to peer through.I was greeted with. That they had eyes only for each other was clear as day as well, and he was sure a lot of the couples in the place would remember this night simply for having seen the two of them together. Jack was sure Devlin didn’t remember him, they had met many times in their younger days, when he had been on the road and Devlin Morris had been just another driver on the road instead of being the boss of DM trucking. But Jack had remembered him. It was hard to forget the man who had seemed so determined. “I get it. Trust me.”Her hand was on my chest, just resting there. We sat in silence. I wasn’t sure what to do or what this meant. Clearly, making a move was not my strong suit. Which is why I never made one.Then I felt her hand slowly move south, beneath the cover, over my stomach. My cock was still stiff. I was trying to ignore it. But her hand on my stomach made it jump.“You didn’t finish,” she said.I felt her nails in my pubic hair, trailing around with light scratches. Then I felt her. She, too, gained inches. Not so much in height, but across the chest andhips. Her formerly stringy head of dirty blonde hair turned into wavesof silky gold from the increased hormones. Her complex, already decent,became pristine.It was like the tale of the Ugly Duckling. Though I'd never consideredCindy ugly in the first place.By the time we started our Freshman year, she was being drafted into allthe popular cliques. Almost against her will.The cheerleaders wanted her out helping them raise.