So, instead of pinning Stephen in the usual way, I would work my hands up his arms to his wrists and hold him under me that way. He would grind up ag...inst me and complain about how I'd won again with his mouth open in a very wanton smile, braces shining. We were both the same age and liked the same stuff, as far as I could tell. Especially our wrestling. But, as young as we were and, as confused as I was, I didn't know what more to do. Stephen crossed that bridge by asking me one day, . "If you need any help just call me." I said."Ok"she said as she licked her lips. The shower began running and not even two minutes later i hear Melissa calling my name."Kevin....Kevin im not sure i did this right can you come in here and help me." she said. I went into the bathroom and covered my eyes even though i had already seen her naked and much more before. "Wha...What can i help with you with." I asked."Well first you can stop covering your eyes youve already seen me naked." She. She slid down my shaft with a gasp before stopping just short of having me in her entirely, and again she pulled back. Again she stared into my eyes as she arched her back and pushed against my chest, and then dropped down onto me. She squinted as she enveloped me, I had her by the hips and was pulling her down as my body begged to be deeper. She rocked her hips and I followed as I pushed into her. I traced her leg with my hand and ran it up her side. Her breast tickled itself against my chest,. As soon as I'd latched on I punched out with the heel of my right as hard as I could, aiming squarely at the knee a foot or so above.The last time I'd done that move, in about the tenth grade, I'd crippled the kid. He'd been a football player, one of the school jocks trying to show off for his buddies by shoving the wimp around, and I'd caught him by surprise and pretty much shattered the joint. He was out of football for good after that, the knee was shot. His parents had made a lot of noises.