Being a male in a small religious town meant he couldn'texplore or find an online community like someone today. He was alwaystaught to be a man, whate...er that meant, mostly being forced into playingsports. Men where men and women were woman back then, in his town, beinggay was a big deal and brought on various degrees of scrutiny. Somepeople there still use it as an insult. With all that negativity, itbrought on a ton of guilt for James, which he was still working toovercome.James got up and. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. "Let's have a seat." I blurted out as I plopped myself down.Brandon still had my hand, but he stayed standing. The look he was giving me told me he intended to kiss me and I'm sure he could see in my eyes that I was ready for him to do so. The intention was in the air, but nothing was happening. We looked at each for an agonizing minute that felt like an hour. At last, he bent forward, I tilted my head up, his intense green eyes were looking into. I had made my ‘special request. ‘ I was on my way to spend a week with Aunt Hannah. She was not really my aunt, but a woman who, newly wed, had moved into the house next door to us when I was about ten or eleven years old. She was young, lively, very friendly, and she and my mother soon became bosom pals. No pun is intended, and although on first knowing her I did not appreciate it, Hannah really does have delightful mammary glands but, as I say, I was not fully aware of that that until I. Maia finished her drink fairly quickly, and Owen quickly refilled her glass and sat back on the chair. Maia was feeling no pain from the champagne as she sat back on the sofa. Her short black dress had risen up on her legs enough that the lacy top of her black thigh highs started to show. I put my hand on her knee and slowly rubbed her leg as we made small talk with Owen. I slowly began to rub her thigh higher and higher as we talked, and Owen was watching intently. She made no attempt to stop.