"Whoa, that was weird," I said as the elevator stopped."Try pressing the button," The lady said.So I pressed the 'Help' button a few times and we wait...d for someone to say something to us, but we got nothing."Shit, I guess we're stuck in here," I said.She didn't say anything, she just sat down on the floor as I stood on the opposite side of the elevator. For a few minutes after that it was silent until I finally spit something out."I'm Don, I live in 6C," I said."I'm Tracy, I'm down in 2G,". A few minutes later, curiosity satisfied, he turned back toward the TV. A pouty sixteen-year-old who was being played by an actress who looked like she was about twenty five was trying to convince her boyfriend to take part in some mean-spirited, outrageous prank. The bulk of the apartment lights were off so the television, a big Panasonic plasma, was the only significant source of illumination and the apartment’s main room was bathed in flickering shadows during all but the most brightly lit. Your weight on me pushes me farther into the hammock, and my hips start arching against your belly on top of me, desperate to ease the ache. A cool breeze whispers across my heated flesh, and I whimper as a fresh wave of longing pierces through me. Your nimble fingers find the button on my jeans, the back of your hand grazing my belly in the process. With a soft rasp, the zipper slides down, exposing my soft bare skin to the warm air. I feel your fingers lightly caress my bare mound. Your. . he really had it all. We all adored him, but tried not to make too much of an issue with it.It was no secret when Cecil came of age sexually. Our family was very physical in its affection, and a kid with raging hormones can't be kissed and hugged by bikini-clad aunts and cousins without the effects being easily seen, and felt, through a wet swim-suit. Taffy's mother Alice, in particular, would always let her petite body give an extra squirm or two when she pulled him close, just to let him.