We laid out all the needed materials, glue, stickers, poster board, glitter glue sticks. I felt like I was in kindergarten all over again. We went st...aight into our usual joking and kidding around. Light slaps on the arm were given, I wanted to touch him as much as possible. I knew that it was quite possibly the last time for me to ever do so. I couldnt help but stare at his stick thin legs that had the most well defined muscles I had ever seen when he walked around. He had a habit of. Normally he tried to sit all the way in the back of classrooms at the university but not when he was in Economics 201. No, in Econ 201, the sophomore macro-economics class, he always made sure to arrive early enough to get a seat as close to the dais as he could, close enough that he could almost smell her. The 'her' was Robin Redgrave, the 41-year-old economics professor, and the woman that he and all the other males on campus, including the male professors and probably even some of the female. “Mr Gardener can get so mean though.” Molly whimpered, but her arms around Jimmy’s neck didn’t loosen, and her hips wiggled closer to his as they necked under the bleachers. Jimmy gave a frustrated grunt and brought both hands under her bra to wiggle it up under her chin. Her milky breast popped free and his hands each found a breast to mould and fondle. “God your tits feel so good. Take your top off so I can see them.” Jimmy demanded. Molly was hesitant. These bleachers were isolated enough. I was worried that it would not arrive before the magical romance day but it showed up at my Doreen's door right as promised the afternoon just before Valentine's Day.She called me on her phone and texted me a nice thank you message and a photo of the thing sitting on her bed with all her other small dolls and furry animals. I was just a little bit jealous because I had never been inside the "inner sanctum" myself because her parents frowned on male friends in her bedroom.My Doreen was a petite.