We were a new couple so everything was so exiting and new. We were young, horny and desperate to touch each other again. Every night our talks would t...rn to sex and what we wanted to do each other when she got home by the end of the two weeks I felt like I could explode. Quickly the time disappeared and I was at the airport waiting for her to come through the gates and into my arms. I was early because I had never really been very reliable so I made sure I was there and on time. My iPod was on. Ialmost bumped into a chair.... uh-huh... I'll be care, don't worry... yeeesss, I will.... bye."With shaking hands, Rachel quickly disconnected the call."Do you want me to stop?" he taunted.Her eyes gleamed wickedly, "No, I have to call my mother."By the time she informed her mother of the change of plans, she was braced on her elbows rocking repeatedly on hisfingers. "Ohh, yeah— he's being good! ....really good, actually.... aahh-huh.... okay.... yeeaah... alright, bye!"Rachel tossed the phone. We giggled over the salami, but we'd figure that out later. Clarebought a bottle of sweet red wine, she found out then that I wasn't old enough, and couldn'teven pass to make the purchase, which we also laughed over. We rode on till we hit themountains on the Nevada/California borders and found a really nice spot along yet anotherriver bank to camp. The evening air was warm and comfortable, we set out the beddingand went for a swim. Not really to get clean, but it did wash the road grit and. In fact she was very interested--sometimes they were all she thought about. She’d had a crush on Wes Mansfield since fifth grade. Wes was the star midfielder on the soccer team and he was the star of Jenny’s nightly fantasies. Or at least he was until the quiet boy next door took center stage.Now Brock’s was the face Jenny dreamed of at night. Well, most nights anyway. Sometimes Wes sneaked back into her mind. But Wes was just that--a dream. He didn’t even know she existed. All last year he’d.