“...to think of me while you smell them. I’ll be imagining you, lying in your bed, pressing the stained crotch to your nose…” I prayed for a h...le to open up in the ground and swallow me whole. “...breathing in deeply while one hand strokes the well of honey between your legs…” “Stop, please!” I choked out, embarrassment surging through me in waves and bringing me close to tears. To my relief, she put down your letter onto the table and turned around. It was short-lived, though. Before I knew. I had been her friend for many years now.Playing the same sport helped me a lot to spend more time with her. Almost everybody knew I had a thing for her. So as days went by we were hard at work for weeks and then one day it turned out that my neither of my team mates were coming nor were her team mates. As soon I came to know of this knowledge it did not take me long to realize that they were setting me up with her. I also thought this would be a great opportunity to spend some alone time with. She often ran from the cops because she (A) didn't like them and (B) was never certain if they had finally caught up to her for something she had actually done. Her parents had finally accepted the fact they were saddled with a "tomboy" instead of a daughter and in a way her father was relieved because he hated confrontation and he dreaded the thought of pimply-faced schoolboys sitting on his sofa with visions of removing his darling daughter's undies and sampling her teenaged flesh. He tied. My man and I enjoyed watching skin flicks now and then… Wow, he was right, now we were the flick!! Plus, it’s not like we had gotten boos and hisses. We had been a hit. By now our guests had pulled their boat up to shore. They actually moved passed where we were standing and had pulled their boat up beside ours… in front of our beach blanket. So it would seem I had no choice but to go with the flow. Bottoms were on the beach lying somewhere in the sand and bikini top, I think, was on the boat..