The streets were still sleepy this time of morning.Only a single plain white postal delivery van pottering along the road slowly, stopping occasionall.... She liked to make a race out of it, trying to keep up with the van. The van was always there, trundling down the road in his van at this time of day. Sometimes it made less stops, sometimes it made more, she always however loved to get an eyeful of the delivery driver though. She counted it as a victory when she was able to get home before the. It was not love at first sight or any of the other clichés, she had just moved into town with her parents and was out with a group of new friends she had made. I as normal was out with my friends and we all sat around chatting, at the end of the evening I offered the girls a lift home as I lived just a couple of miles up the road from them. This became a regular thing whenever they were in town and we bumped into each other.A few months later I asked Jane if she wanted to go to the cinema,. She certainly can?t regard this as a joke because you are far too convincing. And before you say anything about not being a girl, John, I see a lot of girls and you are right up there in the top rank of the feminine club.? ?If we can only get over this, Barbara, I promise I will make your daughter happy. Can you think of anything I can do or say???Too late Jenny,? my mom announces, ?Amber just entered the caf?.?I nervously look up and find myself staring into the wide eyes of Amber who is no. While drinking from it I watched her. She stood in her bikini a few feet from me. Her nipples were hard and her eyes cool.I took the can from my lips. “Yeah, I did, and I’m very sorry for doing it.”“Have you done it before?”“No,” I lied.“Will you do it again.”“No, " I lied again.She was quiet while her gaze ran from my eyes down to my crotch and back up again. “Are you hard?”“No.”“Do you want to become hard?” As she spoke, she undid her top and it fell to the floor. Her boobs were large, a C.