”Becky piped up, “It’s my turn to clean up the kitchen.” After Rod took care of her needs and left, Martha had coffee with Becky. “Aunt Mart...a, how can I thank you enough? You have made me feel good about myself again and now are showing me love that I never knew existed. I can’t imagine my parents having sex, and my boyfriend was just using me like a whore, yet you have made me realize that sharing our bodies with loving people can be the best thing in the world. Rod was so caring last night.. W-what should I do?”“Do? Girl it’s not complicated, go hang out with them! Go say hello. Here, I got their address; it’s on the edge of South Side near North Side, Carthian district.” She grabbed a pen and a notepad — sticky notes were Natasha’s vice — and wrote down some numbers. “And get those dumbasses a phone. It’s the fucking teens of the century, and they don’t have smartphones?”Go hang with them. She made it sound so easy, like you could just drop by someone’s place without first. We got o Andy's place and smoked a few bowls, another cocktail and I crashed on the living room couch. in y sleep i feel a tickle on my stiff cock and quickly wake up. What was that? I don't remember stripping to my underwear, but here i am with a raging hard on laying face up in my tighty wighties. I am still quite buzzed and lift my head slightly to see I am now in his parents bed and he is laying right next to me, in his undies also. I lay my head down and try to go to sleep. After a few. I don’t think mother planned that, but not seeing girls made me want to see one, at first because I was curious, and then because deep inside my hormones started to boil.The second (!) time I asked mother about women, she sighed, whispering that we, men, only think about that. She then added that at the end of high school I may meet a girl.I could only imagine what it would be like, how she would be dressed, about what we would talk.I hoped she would have a similar education because I felt it.