Not that you could see them. She always wore dresses or blouses that buttoned right up to her neck. And while her skirts were hemmed above her knee, t...ey were just fashionable and not high enough to show all that much. However the mere sight of her gave me, a somewhat shy fifteen year old, a hard-on every time. (I had yet to begin my foray into sports so confidence was definitely a place I needed to work on.) Every day I walked into her class, I had to walk with my book bag in front of me to. It was impolite and inconvenient to wear them on dates anyhow.As I slid over next to Rufus I apologized for keeping him waiting. “Had to take care of some personal business”, I said.Rufus reached under my skirt and felt the Kleenex plug. “Which one of yer family was it this time?”I replied, “Billy Bob”.“Damn that boy. Why don’t he find himself a girlfriend instead of banging mine all the time? I’ve got a couple of sisters that think he’s cute but he’s too damn shy too ask em out. Course they. We were approaching a medical and I asked her to walk ahead while I get a condom. She was like, “Wow, my man knows things… He is looking for protection. I don’t want it. Hump me hard, raw!”, she had got herself operated and would not get pregnant.We were holding hands and running our fingers on each other palms as if we were fucking each other. It was a public place., hence we had to be careful too. With a hard on and leaving my t.Shirt outside to hide my hard on, we somehow walked and reached. I reached behind the seat, found the blanket I kept there, and pulled it up over my aching head. Even with the blanket over me, it wasn’t long before my arms and legs were numb from the cold. I tried to raise my body temperature by moving around as much as I could in the cramped cab, but it was nearly impossible and my hands and feet soon began to ache. I was shivering uncontrollably and beginning to feel sleepy. I knew these were bad signs and I had to do something, if I fell asleep, I was.