Jb party khatam hui to mene shreya ko bola ki me use ghar pe drop kr dunga. She was ok wid it raste me hmne bahot sari baate ki. Uske mene ghar pe dro... kiya. Jb vo apne ghar k andar jane lagi tb mene usse uska num manga.Usne mujhse apna num le liya aur kaha ki vo mujhe apna num msg kr degi. Dusre din usne mujhe msg kiya. Uske baad to hm daily l8 ni8 tak sms aur ph par baat krne lge. Wk me 1 bar movie ya coffee k liye milte the every time me uske liye flowers le jata tha.Vo use bahot a6a lagta. “I am. But I’m not jumping into the pool like a rutting satyr.”She smiled. “We could go somewhere else if you want to rut like a satyr.”That made me laugh and suddenly things seemed a lot simpler. “God, I want you.”“Then what’s the problem?” She mock-pouted a little and ran her hand up and down my leg. “I’m not a virgin.”“I didn’t think you were. What I don’t understand is why?”“Why what?”“Why me?”“That looks uncomfortable.” She pointed at my erection, straining my swim trunks.“You’re changing. He sat straight across from me. I played the clarinet, Bob played the trombone, and I'd catch him looking at me sometimes. He'd always look away embarrassed, but I knew he was interested and I'd act real coy.My parents are kinda crazy and very religious. I'm an only child and every week the three of us, mom, dad, and me would have to go to church 3 times. Twice on Sunday and once on Wednesday. My mom and dad made a big deal about how evil the world was, particularly sex. That's probably why. It seemedlike no time 'till my hair was dry and Betty was helping me brush itout. She showed me how to put it up in a simple bun at the back of myhead. She had me practice a few times to be sure I could do it myself,then produced a couple of items from her handbag. She called them"chignon covers" and showed me how to pin them over the bun, explainingthat they would hold in all the loose end that might otherwise stickout. I didn't think they were really necessary, but Betty reminded methat.