”“Should I do that, I mean let my tutors and professor fuck me?”“That’s a decision for you to make Riley.”“Okay. So where are we going t...is afternoon?”“I thought that we’d go to the big shopping centre and look for some revealing clothes for you.”“Like the ones that you’ve got and we’re going to see about getting tomorrow.”“That’s right, let me book a taxi for us to get there.”“Okay, there’s a young man outside looking at us, shall I wave to him?”“No Riley, most men don’t like the girls to know. "I called out, "Thanks Dad. I'll get everything done tonight. Don't worry." I turned back towards my bed where Julie was sitting. "Privacy!" I declared happily.Will and Abby flew by my door before I could get it closed. Will said, "We'll be downstairs in the family room. The second floor is all yours." Thanks, Will," I answered as I shut and locked my bedroom door. I turned back towards my bed. Julie was already stripping for me."Get out of that scout uniform right now, Kyle," Julie demanded.. . I feel so..." she said, trying to cover her upper nudity."Naughty?" he said smiling, as her blouse and bra were discarded on the floor."Ummmm," she responded as the heels were slipped off and found their way off the couch as well.She gasped aloud when his mouth found her nipple and he began sensuously nipping at her small aureoles.She half heartedly resisted when he unzipped the skirt, but it too was soon lying on the floor."Phillipe, I've never..." I know. It's okay," he replied as his own. I try to look down, modestly, to still my beating heart, to stop the flushed blood rising in my cheeks. I cannot bear it! I get thrown into such a hysteria. I had the misfortune to be born on St. Valentine’s Day — 1844. A well reared and educated girl, I of course do not look for any foolish lace and paper cards decorated with cupids and the like on The Day. I content myself with a small family party to which Mama may invite one or two of my friends from school. I just know she will invite.