While we showered I could see James glancing around, at me and the 3 or 4 other boys our age in there. For that moment I had a stupid thought, that Ja...es might be gay. I forced it away as quickly as it came, just as we were getting out. Then we got dried, changed and walked home.Swimming became a regular thing for the three of us. Every Wednesday, after school, we would meet up at the gates and walk along to the pool. Then walk home together. Every time the same things happened in the locker. I could see her cleavage and I was slowly getting aroused. I am not a sex hungry guy but I like to make girls sleep on my lap and pet them, caress where ever possible and make love to them in a romantic manner.Anyway, back to story. Since I was sitting at corner of the berth and her head was touching my thigh, her cleavage was quite visible and man that sight and feeling was seriously awesome in the night light of train. I also pretended to sleep and slowly moved my hand to caress her neck and. " "Well, maybe one thing," I replied. "Yes, that's true. Perhaps we should keep our panties on," she said with a grin. "I wanted to show you how to wash your tights and I have a present for you too." "A present Beth, really? I already got a present at the mall. You don't have to give me anything." "I know I don't have to," she said, "but I want to." She held out a box. I took the box and opened it. Inside I saw something white and shiny with frilly lace. I picked it up. It was a gorgeous. They had nicely developed bodies, and were obsessed with sex the way girls should be, but were still eager to learn more from men like me. “And what sort of men come to your meetings?” I asked. “Older men. Men like you. Those of us who have older lovers invite them along and share them.” “Share them, do they?” “That’s right. You wouldn’t mind being shared, would you?” The thought of being shared by thirty sex-crazed naked teenaged girls was, well, attractive. “And you girls try out each other’s.