She placed her hand on mine again and guided my thumb to her clitoris. I worked my fingers against her pubic bone and simultaneously rubbed her button...with my thumb. You know what they say, guys can’t multi-task but I made a decent fist of it … a turn of phrase that would be entirely accurate later in my sexual development. ‘Oh yes Bill that’s it … do it faster’. I increased the tempo as Jenny’s right hand gripped the back of my neck pulling me towards her. ‘Suck my titty Bill’. I clamped my. She was awakened by the smell of coffee. She opened her eyes and looked towards her door. It was open a little. She knew she had closed it last night. She lay there for a few more seconds and realized Luca must have opened it to check on her. She sat up and decided she wasn’t going to live in fear. She was going to do her normal routine. She was going to leave and nobody was going to stop her. She got up and took a quick shower and then got dressed. She went back into the bathroom, brushed her. Then he bent down and kissed her softly on the mouth, and then again, then moved one hand around behind her neck and pulled her to him strongly and suddenly they were kissing with passion and intent, their tongues having found one another in their budding lust. As they continued to kiss he moved his hands down, onto her shoulders, and then down both slender tanned arms and took her gently by the hands pulling her body to him, so that her breasts only just brushed the dirt course here of his. My dad is probably the source of my loser genetic material. My mom was a pretty normal looking woman. She had big breasts, that I fantasized about a lot, but never got to see. I hugged her long past the age when most boys continue to hug their mothers, simply because I got to press my chest against those mams.As I write this story, I'm ten years older, and I know, at least in a cerebral kind of way, that I could have had a normal sex life back then if I'd have just given it a shot. The point is.