I'm a VERY shy person, and from the looks of it, so was she. All the way there we just kept exchanging little glances, smiling, and looking away again... We didn't say a word, mom and Karen did all the talking. For the first time in a long time I wasn't thinking sexually about either of them. Most of the time my mind can't get at least one of them out of my head, except for the work I had been doing cleaning my room out.When we got to the mall, we all knew how we would be split up - mom and Karen. He came back with drinks. We were drinking for some time now and I was feeling tipsy. He then started asking everything about me, school, and girlfriends.Then he asked why I was virgin till 21. ‘I am waiting for the right person’ I smiled. He smiled back and he came near me took my face in his hand and started kissing me. He was a good kisser, it was better than kissing a girl. He was leading and I was following him.We played with our tongue for a while. I sat on his laps, he was rubbing my. "I went: "Girl, go, baby, go on. It's going to be okay. Just promise to call me so I know you're safe and it's not a, a, a, I don't know, something, bad? Can you do that?" Of course. I got his address and his phone number right here. He gave me his last rent receipt. He wrote his number on it. Here, keep this so you have the number. Cully, he's lonely, he, he, he, he broke down back there talking about his life. He asked me, he begged me to help him, Cully. He-begged-me." Good Lord, Girl. I. Her attitude, the way she behaved, it drove him crazy. Just to annoy her he had called her 'her most toughness'. She had shrugged it off and continued to work out. A week later nearly everyone had picked up that nickname. And he regretted it.Hiding in cover, waiting for the mortar fire to die down they had started to talk, really talk.Somehow, after that, they ended up spending most of their free time together. Bantering away the boring times, talking, laughing. Mostly about him, his family,.