I stroked my thighs and the silky nylons I had on brought a sensual feeling to my body. I needed to get a good fuck and soon or I would likely loose m... mind.I went out to a local bar that became a haunt of mine and saw my friend Jason at work. He was the bartender and he was a nice looking man. I sat back and listened to him talk of his girlfriend not letting him have sex with her for a month because she was jealous of him being a good looking man in a bar that served many good looking women. I. It was not a very common practice for someone to poach your steady, but as hormones often overrode brains it happened, and there were a fair number of fights over the poaching. I had never been poached because I never went steady. My dating a girl never lasted that long.I was a junior and 17, almost 18, when I had my first serious crush. I had dated several different girls since I was 15, but none lasted beyond four dates. My crush’s name was Gena Simonati, and she had a very public breakup. The more we talked, I began to feel the awkwardness slip away, but I could tell it was a different feeling for her. She was still uncomfortable. I could not blame her. Although we had been texting for three years, meeting in person was a total different thing. I totally understood. I was hungry, only having a sandwich on the way, so I figured a good way to get to know each other a little more was to ask if we could get something to eat. The Cracker Barrel beside the hotel was a perfect place. "You can call it a dick when we're alone if you like. I don't mind. I actually think it's kind of sexy to hear you say it. But you're right, I don't have a dick. But I still have needs like you."Gail studied Jimmy's young, innocent face and said, "Let's go to your bedroom." He looked at her, again thinking he was in trouble. Taking the 12-year-old's hand, she said, "Which way?"Jimmy pointed and the two walked to his bedroom. Gail felt she was dragging him as he trailed slightly behind. When.