And I ignored them.I was driving my poor mother ragged, and causing my Dad to loose what little hair remained. It was not that I was into drugs or cri...e: I hated both. Rather, I was determined to do my own thing and to hell with anyone else. The summer was a disaster; even my few friends avoided me. It was just after school started, when I demanded that my parents pay for me to go with my school drama club on a tour the following June, that Mom blew a gasket. It took her a week before she would. Of course, I should've known-Maggie wasn't the type to stay on the defensive for long. I was at lunch, just having sat down, and here she came-she dropped her tray in front of mine and plopped down on the chair opposite me. "OK, Braden-just what are you doing?" Why? Didn't you enjoy it?" You know I did. But there's something going on in that head of yours, I know there is." Who, me?" I said, all innocence. Then I leaned over closer to her so I could lower my voice. "I wasn't kidding, you know.. She had a real tiny bikini and had still visible tan lines from her former suit.Three guys came over immediately. She blew them off quickly. I felt like she was paying them back for ignoring her when she was heavier. I was now really glad I had been nice when we first met.We chatted every weekend she was at the pool. I didn’t know how to move from being friends to more.Friday afternoons/evenings are the same in every town. The singles start out at restaurants/bars for cheep drinks before they. She opened her thighs and spread her pussy to show me her wetness. She closed her eyes and pushed two fingers inside. I groaned when I saw them emerge covered in her juices. She began to move her hand in small, tight circles over her clit. When she opened her eyes again, they fixed on my hand moving along my shaft. As she slipped her fingers back inside, I shifted, sitting up so I could see better. I jealously watched them plunging in and out of her, and continued to stroke my cock. I imagined.