I even got some courage to finally tell her something I didn't have the guts to tell her in high school. "Is it okay if I admit something?" I said. "W...at?" "I actually had a crush on you in high school." She was kinda surprised, "Why? Because I was a shy nerdy girl?" "Yes. I was also a shy nerdy guy in high school and that's why I liked you." We both smiled at each other then I looked into each others eyes. "I wanted to do this at the bonfire." I said, then I kissed her. I showed her to my. "And I shouldn't feel sorry for them."There was another possible romance developing. After his unexpected acceptance by the group of volleyball friends and family, Ryan had been appearing regularly. The others could tell that his guilt over his involvement with Pat weighed heavily on him, but his need for friendship brought him out anyway.At first, there was no particular connection between Ryan and Sharon, and he was probably not even considering one. Apparently, Sharon was. Being as tall as. “Well what do you do when you sneak out?”“The usual thing,” I replied with a shrug, “ smoke ciggys, drink beer if we can get it, get friendly with girls, ( this was partially true as I had necked with girls, I’d fingered them and even been wanked off a few times but that was as far as it went).Pete laughed “so you’re a bit of a goer then eh?”“Yeah, I have my moments.” I chuckled.“ I dunno about this though mate,” Pete sighed “this party might get a bit racy lots of sex, d**gs drink loud music,. I simply enjoyed the pleasure I gave women through pampering and tickling their feet. But for me, it was an complete aphrodisiac. One day my wife (who at the time was my girlfriend of about a month) discovered an online profile of mine that had a photo of a girl being tickled on her feet while locked in stocks and asked me what it was about. I had already licked, sucked, and tickled her hot toes and soles some but not at the level I really wanted to. I reluctantly told her that I had a foot /.