Let’s go to your room.”I didn’t feel like moving from my spot on the couch, but reluctantly I got up and both of us made our way to my bedroom. ...y bed was still unmade. I didn’t feel like sleeping on dirty sheets, so I stripped the bed and laid on the bare mattress. Chris pulled off his shirt and shoes and lay beside me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me close to him. “Don’t be mad at me, B. I just didn’t want him to touch you the way I do.”“I know, Chris,” I whispered, looking out. We drifted off to sleep, content in each other's arms.When I woke up on Friday morning, and I saw her dear sweet face on the pillow, it filled my heart with love for her. I carefully got out of bed, so as not to wake her, and made a quick trip to the bathroom. When I came back, she was stirring, but not fully awake. I slipped under the covers, trying not to disturb her. I didn't succeed, for suddenly she was kissing me, saying, "Steve, love, this is so wonderful!"I said, "Yes, it certainly is,. He said I dunno and I said come on it'll be fun. So that's when he said what are you wearing under your shorts and I said my blue panties,again he said What so I told him during the summer I love to wear something skimpy and have been wearing panties for years. I said when you have a hold of my shaft its not going to dribble out my small cock and tiny balls like so many guys,I can shoot sometimes a good 6 foot and He said Yeah right. I grabbed the vaseline and told him just put a little on your. She moved her fingers up and down the shaft. Again the skin moved on top of something harder. It was something much harder now, and his heart went "Kabump." But the shaft escaped her fingers to lie further towards her. She wrapped her whole hand around it. His heart was louder for another beat."I hope your father doesn't make you clean his guns," Steve said."He hasn't gone hunting in years, and he won't let me touch them." She thought girls should be allowed to handle guns, and she thought this.