As we grew up, we gradually grew apart, but had always remained friendly. She was two years older than me, and kind of looked out for me at school in...a way. She basically told the jocks to leave me alone, and they did. Whenever I would be doing yard work out back, she would chat with me over the fence as she was sun bathing. I always took the chance to steal glances at her in her bikini whenever she wasn’t looking. I came to enjoy those Saturday afternoons. I couldn’t help but notice. After about eight of those she stopped and started rubbing me again.“That’s why it’s called a warm-up; I can feel how warm you are right through the cloth. Tell me, maybe you like this a bit?”I felt I had nothing to lose by telling the truth, “Yes, ma’am, it hurts but I sort of like it anyway.”She laughed at that. “I knew you’d be perverse; you quiet types usually are.” Perverse? How about you, lady? This has been entirely your show from the start.“All right, undo your pants and get them down.”. Heather laid out the ground rules to her mother as she had to her friends; namely, no photos and she couldn’t use my real name. I became “Joe” once again.“Cara, mom wants to know if we’ll give her and her friends some privacy today while they play with Aaron,” Heather asked her.“How come?” she asked, sounding whiny.“Mom’s afraid that her friends might object to us being there, since we are under-aged,” Heather explained.“Alright, I will, but he is going to have to make it up. We spent the next half hour searching and recovering the cat from under our bed."Look, you'll have to hold her," I said getting a bit narked with all this hassle.Now taking pictures of J was always a pleasure even if she was holding a cat in her arms, and, of course, by now, she was used to me pointing my cameras at her. As it was her day off, she was dressed quite casual in a longish skirt and a blouse, no bra of course for, by now, I suspect she didn't even own one and for sure she never ever.