"Hey Becki" I replied as I came back out to the front of the shop "how are things?" "Oh you know, nothing big happening" she replied, leaning forward ...n the counter, a clear site right down her top. "Another boyfriend dumped?" I joked as I joined her behind the counter, trying to avert my gaze. "Oh you know I don't get boyfriends Joshy Boy. I'm too free of girl to be tied down like that. I like to get my hands on anything I please." She said giving me a wink. "Now run along and help Wes stack. She knew it was him from his picture on the school’s website. He was much taller in person, though, and quite good-looking. When he saw her step off the train, he smiled and walked over to her. “Breanna, I’m Headmaster Johansson. It is a pleasure to finally meet you! Let me help you with your luggage.” He reached out to shake her hand, but she was so nervous that she didn’t reach out hers. “It’s ok, Breanna, I don’t bite,” he said with a smile. She realized she was being rude, which made her. We did, however, have a clear understanding that if he were coming over with, others, he would always call before dropping in, especially if he was with his friends to make sure it was okay or to check that it was a good time.One Saturday in early September, my stepbrother, along with several of his buddies, came over to watch the Nebraska football game being televised that day which they wanted to watch.We gals were all out on my balcony, naked, soaking up the sun’s rays with the stereo. Her body vibrated with another laugh and my oily fingers grazed the underside of her rear, just for a second. She seemed not to notice.“You look excellent for your age…” The words slipped out before I could catch myself and I cringed, turning away to wipe my hands clean. I tried to recover with, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so.”She lifted herself up onto her side, catching my eye with that intense stare, smiling almost wickedly as she covered her breasts with one arm. “Do I mind a handsome.