Stacey sighed as she looked at a picture of Becky on the fridge at age 10 with her freckled face and blonde hair falling in short soft curls framing h...r pretty face. “You haven’t changed much despite being all grown up now,” Stacey thought to herself as she recalled how in a whirl Becky had turned 18 then after a ‘total blast in the sun’ as Becky had called it, had packed herself off to university leaving Stacey in the house on her own. “At least she was back for the Christmas holidays,” though. ..on exiting I walked once again through the group still chatting to coach,got my towel and dried off as they ran their eyes over my 13 year old body. my business man said that they were going my way and did I need a lift? I nodded yes please and we made our way to their car. sit next to me said my friend and the others sat in the back..we drove through town and into the country side through a locked gate and pulled up in front of a big two story mansion, it was 1p.m. .into the house we went a. "I think you should leave" she whispered. She stood up and turned away from me putting both her hands on the kitchen counter but instead of leaving I walked up behind and pressed my body against hers, my cock pressing against her ass with the cloth of my trousers and her dressing gown preventing contact. She turned her head angrily but I had already begun to kiss her neck and my right hand had wrapped round her front and slipped inside the gown and was touching her surprisingly already wet. I berated myself for that mental state, but still needed a safe topic, so talked about the team, the recent change in practice, and yesterday’s game. I rode back home with Mom. I had my own passengers: a host of butterflies cavorting in my tummy. Since home was just a few minutes away, I did not press Mom on the meeting, feeling that there was no sense getting into a discussion only to have to break it off when we arrived.Upon getting home, I announced, “I’ll be right back down; I’m going to.