“You had to think about it?” she asked.“No. I’ve known I loved you for some time. It was a matter of whether or not I should say it. I don’t...want to hurt you or mislead you, Peaches.”We got out of the car and Stephie slipped her hand into mine, and we walked into the building, up the stairs and into the apartment. We slipped off our shoes and then went down the hall to drop our books in my room. Stephie shut the door and pointed to the bay window. I went to sit down, and she sat between my legs. She also noticed me checking her out many times but didn’t say anything.At night when everyone was asleep, I went to the terrace which I usually do as I like to spend some alone time on the terrace before going to the bed. I was listening to music when someone patted me on my shoulder. I took out my headphone and looked back. It was her.She offered me a cup of coffee. I started sipping it and our conversation started.She: Not getting sleep?Me: Nothing like that. But I like to spend some time on. Everyone on the boat (Grandpa, an Aunt, an other Uncle and his girl friend with a camera and my mother) were pointing at my luahing and taking pictures. They saw that my bathing suit came off and eventhow it was a warm day the water was cold and my penis was only two inches and limp. They thought it would be fun o pull me closer to shore so everyone can see me. After they were done with showing me off to everyone they let me on to the boat and we started to look for my bathing suit floating. She turned around to examine the effect in the mirror. Standing in high heels and a bustier, with no panties and no stockings, she was a sight. The lovely thick bush of hair at her mound allowed just a glimpse of skin and the beginning of her slit. She slipped on the panties and then fastened the garter belt and tucked the garter straps down underneath the panties. I thought, "Will she let me take the panties off? Is that why she put the garters under the panties?"Brand new, long, perfect black.