You have been the only guy in this whole school that has interested me," I whispered.We kissed again, but this time, our hands moved from an embrace t... each other's groin. I could feel, for the first time, what I had longed for since I first saw him walking toward me on the football field. He was as hard as I was and we fondled each other as we kissed."I only wish we could lock the door," he said with a half-hearted laugh. He was breathing so hard --- as was I -- that we weren't really aware. ”“That beer?” the girl asked, relaxing some and pointing to the bag sitting on the table.“Yeah,” I said, reaching inside and pulling out a can. “Want one?”“I’m not supposed to drink,” she said. “I’m too young. Of course I want one.”I looked at the girl again. My initial estimation of her age was way off. Petite didn’t even begin to describe this girl. She was tiny.A blond, she was wearing a pair of flip-flops with no socks, her thin, coltish legs leading upwards to a very small, tight pair of. I know she sold me out to Bolvek.”“Marna...no.”She starts the water for me, runs her hand under it to check the temperature. I tuck this gesture away in my mind.“Is that good for you?”I run my fingers under the streams. “Yeah. That's fine.”After I step in, she gives me some privacy. I hear the door latch shut behind her. I begin to work my way through where exactly in the city I am, how I can get out, what Cynthia is thinking right now.But hot water does feel good. A layer of old grime washes. Now she was acting like she didn’t even want to fuck around. Clenching his jaw, he glanced over at her. She looked bored. How dare she think I want to sleep, he thought.“You don’t have to make excuses. I get it. You probably have not been sleeping much on your vacation. We can always have fun some other night.” It was difficult to act this casual and aloof. Jessica grinned out the window and added, “If I’m not busy. I mean it might be fun with you. I will have to let you know next time if it.