Moore. Mr. Mooreshowed us how to do it as he ended in the arms of a slate faced Hank.Mr. Moore thanked Hank and said, "See that girls. That's how we d...it, and we do it with a smile, Melanie." Yes, Mr. Moore," Melanie replied.I felt bad for her as she was called out. That was Mr. Moore though.He always had to be a bitch. Some of the girls laughed at Melanie. Itwas pathetic because she was better than the lot of them. I pursed mylips and we got back to practicing the moves.After Glee Club, I went. She couldn't really see anything because of the netting they put in to support your balls, but she had the pleasure of knowing I was happy to show her what I had and would do so at close quarters if the opportunity arose.Pervy? Only if you pick the wrong woman or, as previously stated, if someone else notices. It was harmless mutual flirting.I knew she was looking for an opportunity to show me her knickers. I had already seen her in a bikini, but underwear is somehow different: more risqué.Sure. Dad grinned. I blushed.Beth said, “I’ve seen him in his bathing suit but I bet his birthday suit shows more. She grinned. I blushed more.I set the suitcase on the bed. Beth smiled. “Gerald, unless you and your dad want to see my lingerie, you might leave.” Dad and I left to sit in the living room.“Dad, is this okay?”“Quite. She’s a beautiful girl and quite smart. She thinks the sun rises and sets on you. It doesn’t.”I smiled. “I know. She truly makes the day brighter when she’s in sight though.. My family was traditional and reserved, where as, her family were hardly ever together at the same time and everything but reserved. Carla and I went to school together, we lived across the street from each other, we were in the same classes together ... we were inseparable.We were very open with each other about everything, we talked about masturbation and sex the most as all girls do. We were both still virgins, but very preoccupied with sexual fantasies, mostly they consisted of her older.