I was fucking stiff as a poker and she was now rubbing my cock as well!Basically the guy had hit on her at the club, dancing with her, wandering hands...and they had ended up snogging outside. As she told me this I was kneading her tits and had started working up her dress to find she had no fucking knickers on!!Her twat was hot as hell and slimy as fuck!She released my cock from my boxers and was slowly wanking me as she told me how they had danced, kissed and he had felt her arse and tits. I became very interested in seeing how far things might go, but again. No job, money or car. The dance and occasional hello’s in the halls were as intimate as we could get, until the senior class trip. We went to this island for an overnight camping trip, staying in cabins. I was standing in one such cabin, watching the history teacher school the other senior boys in the art of playing poker, when in walks Karen. She caught sight of me and maneuvered up beside me. She was wearing jeans and. When he asked me why, in much confusion, I replied, “And give up all my closets?” He laughed mightily and made a second suggestion, one to which I whole-heartedly agreed. He had a doorway built between our rooms, so that our chambers became adjoining and that I might keep my closets separate from his. I did note, however, that the doorway was put in a rather odd location, and while James made no mention of this fact, I immediately understood that it was because of the locations of the secret. " We rode back, opening and closing the gate, and I drove the tractor back home. We parked both and went inside for a late lunch.After we cleaned up from lunch, Wendy said, "Let's go swimming. We grabbed suits, towels, blankets, bottled water, and our pistols. We didn't make a production of it but always wore our pistols outside. Frequently, I would carry a rifle. It was just part of our habits. We went to the pond and laid the blankets out to lie on later. We went out and walked into the pond.