Her skills in dance, conveying emotion, and showing off her body had improved considerably over the raw need she first displayed. I still had to debat... with myself over the ethics of the care and development of early bloomers. There were very few of these girls, so it has never seemed a big enough problem to warrant serious discussion or a search for an ethical and equitable solution. However, the need of these girls for sexual relief and release is very real and it moves me to want to ease. I had known her for a while, never paid a lot of attention to her, but I found her somewhat attractive. We talked for a while at her place, and one thing followed another, until we were in her bed with her legs raised high and me between them. Lying there afterward, she whispered to me, ‘You were perfect. You knew exactly what I wanted done, and just when I wanted you to do it.’ And I realized that, yes, that was exactly what had happened. I had been trying to see what would please her, and I. I was half in a panic when they started fucking. I started getting hard. I couldn't believe they were fucking with me right next to them. I didn't want them to know I was awake but I couldn't help but squeezing my cock. It felt so fucking good. They were being quiet but I could hear them fucking and breathing heavy. I licked my hand and started stroking my cock while they fucked. They were finished before I was able to cum and I stopped stroking, laying perfectly still. I don't think I was even. Everything fit. So why? To drive a wedge between me and Melody? That certainly fit both what she had been saying and what my parents were saying.“What did your dad say?” Becky asked quietly.“Actually, it was mostly about Jocelyn, not about you.”“Jocelyn? Why?”“Because my parents believe she and I should be together. They both made some pretty strong arguments as to why.”“Are you thinking of doing that?”I shrugged, “I have no idea what I’m going to do. Mostly I’m trying to figure out what.