He couldn’t pretend to himself that he didn’t care, because he really did, and the more he tried to pretend he didn’t the more he did, so that d...dn’t work. He couldn’t stick to a pledge to himself not to not have sex on the first date, because even though it had never happened to him he knew that sometimes it did happen to other people and that there were women out there that were horny enough and seemed to expect it and he was worried about disappointing a woman if she did expect it and didn’t. I went up to my bedroom when I got in and made sure the door was closed and the curtains were drawn, it was nearly dinner time and my parents were downstairs and I often went to my room to read so they wouldn't think anything of it. Making as little noise as possible and listening for anyone coming up the stairs I pulled my jeans and underpants down around my ankles and started wanking my already stiffening penis. The smell of my dried semen from earlier only made me more excited and I thought. It was like something had happened between them that I didn’t know about. They talked about his work, about hers. Little things. I ate a little bit in the kitchen, like I always did; it was just an understanding as old as time that I didn’t get to eat with them unless there was company there. I didn’t mind. I didn’t get beaten that night, though I did get slapped a few times; once because I walked in front of the TV when I was bringing my Dad another beer, things like that. In general, it. Our mouths open slowly and our tongues met in one big warm wet kiss. She ground her body into mine as the water sprayed over us. I reached back with my left hand and grabbed her ass. As I pulled her in tight, I could feel how firm she was from running. We pulled back to look at each other. The water was running down us both. I reached and gently cupped her left breast with my right hand. It was small, champagne glass sized, but firm. I slowly bent over and took her nipple into my mouth, softly.