" I love the way it sounds when you say my name that way". "OK, Steffi", I responded. "Now what the hell were you thinking when you kissed me like tha...? That is NOT what a young lady does when she greets her elders". Stefanie looked into her lap for a moment and then said, "didn't you like the kiss?". I was torn. This young beauty had just kissed me and I was giving her hell for it. She was just fifteen and the daughter of my girlfriend's best friend. What a mess. The truth was that I did like. Your hand releases its hold on mine and you let out a slight moan. I take that as a sign that maybe I can explore further so I undo the bottom 3 buttons of the shirt and slowly stroke with my hand, from the bottom of your full breasts to the top of your lacy panties.As I am stroking, I notice your shirt has fallen open, you must have been undoing those buttons while I was stroking.My hand ventures further up and cups your breast and I feel the hard nipple. You gasp as I gently take it between. ‘Morning,’ said I to him. ‘Morning to you,’ he mumbled with a mouth full of bread. ‘How’s the work coming along?’ ‘Fine.’ ‘Think you’ll be done by the end of the fall?’ ‘Don’t know. We’ll see.’ And that’s just about all he would say to me. Done with his sandwich, he would make himself his coffee then leave me to myself and go into his library. The electricity was never steady. Some days we didn’t have any at all, and those days were worse for me as I couldn’t watch anything on the telly. All. Wrong, it was Wright. He had the long hair that seemed to be part of the stoner dress code, his pale skin had never seen the sun and he often had what I heard called in a movie the 1,000-yard stare. The fact that he spoke to me at all irritated me; the only reason I ever spoke to him at all was because his sisters were all pretty cool and always had an extra cigarette for a girl. In fact, when Marie rubbed the inside of my thigh one day while we were whispering secrets, I kissed my first.