She said she was attracted to me as well, and was intrigued by the bulge in my trousers.She asked "So how large are you?" to which I responded "Nine a...d a half inches ... Well that's not exactly true" and she said "I didn't think so". I continued "It's actually only nine and three eights inches, but nobody's ever called me a liar for an eighth of an inch."We're walking along, past an alley, when she takes my hand and says "C'mon." She drags me into what turns out to be a large courtyard of. I freely let different men come and dance close, enjoying feeling the heat of their tight bodies grind against me, letting their hands rub against my bum, sometimes pushing back against them to let them know I was there to be touched. Once any of the guys started to hog too much of my time, I naughtily moved away, catching another's eye with a seductive smile, and pulled the new victim into my trap, running my hands over my body as I danced, the heat and effort bringing a fine sheen of. Empty cups on the floor, pieces of potato chips on the couch, bottles were floating around in the pool. I looked over at my friend Ben. He had just returned from a 4-month mission and decided to throw a party to celebrate him coming home. He stroked the back of his shaved head and sighed. “Honestly, I love you guys, but you really are pigs.” Everyone had already left. I was the last one to quietly make my way towards the front door. I looked over my shoulder and saw him reluctantly pick up one. I had decided that I owed her a favor or two for the way she have helped me out with Leslie so I wanted to do a little something for her. I knew she would love to go to the high school Homecoming Dance even though she was only in eighth grade and I had a guy in mind to set her up with. Who knows? maybe they would hit it off.There was a freshman named Ken Spencer that took guitar lessons from the same teacher that I used. Ken's lesson was always right before mine, so I could hear him playing.