“It’s raining,” she said.“So?” He looked at her. “You’re not scared of rain, are you?”She wasn’t. She wasn’t scared of him either....She wasn’t even sure what she was scared of or what she was protesting about anymore. She thought of drinking coffee with him and wondered how he’d take his and figured it wouldn’t really hurt to find out.And maybe they’d share an umbrella or something equally sickening and they’d be like one of those beautiful couples she’d come to despise. She could see it, could. However, the dance was significant now, because Peter was finally going to ask one of the twins (who had been crushing on him for years) out.Nope.Peter told me later that he had almost jabbed his thumb in his eye he was so nervous to ask me. I was flabbergasted by the situation. At that point, I had probably had two other people acknowledge I was pretty to my face.The first was a somewhat similar situation with a girl at summer camp. I caught her staring vacantly towards me in open showers.. Before I had the opportunity to answer he walked into the room. As he closed the door he looked over to me and smiled a big grin as his eyes hit my crotch."Thinking about Brandon I see," he said with a little laugh.I instinctively threw my pillow at him and he ducked. I leaped out of bed, grabbed him and threw him to the mattress. As I did, he grabbed my shoulder and I landed on top of him, his arms spread-eagle over his head and our bodies on top of each other."You big mouth," I said. "You. My erection leaped out at her, and I just narrowly avoided smacking her in the face with it. "Wow, you're big!" she exclaimed. I nodded, unable to speak. I knew at that moment what was coming (no pun intended). Becca gripped my shaft with her right hand. Her fingers moved all over the head, looking for every sensitive area. She moved her hand up and down. I could already feel the semen rising. Suddenly, she thrust my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue press against my urethra. I moaned.