Her heart sank as she looked up into his face. The blue gaze was cool. ‘Monica,’ he said. His voice was soft, and his eyes slid down to her cleava...e. Her cheeks burned as she felt her body react. ‘Charles,’ she said, pressing her lips together and nodding an acknowledgement. He brushed a finger down her cheek, studying her, saying nothing. Her skin remembered his touch like a burn. She could not meet his eyes. ‘Let me past,’ she said, gritting her teeth. ‘I want to talk to you,’ he said. ‘Will. Haven't gotten enough sleep in recent nights, so planned on going to bed early. (Haven't gotten laid lately either, but that fact wasn't on my mind at all.) Doing a little tidying up, watching a bit of TV news, having a snack before bed. Typical evening really. Feeling drowsy. Then really out of nowhere for no particular reason I get a really powerful, rock-hard erection. With little obvious transition I realize my sexual URGE has gone from the usual "sexually frustrated horny" to desperate to. He wraps his legs around me, I heave him up, leaning him against my hardening penis, I can feel his youthful manhood press against my stomach as we kiss. I push the back door open, and carry him inside, he releases his grip around my neck and sets down on his own two feet.With one smooth yank, he peels my tshirt off revealing my twinkish like body as we make it through the utility. At the utility room door, I cleanly swipe his tshirt off, revealing his young, devilishly attractive, slender. What made you think I wasn’t going to do it?”“You had no choice; you had to play naked.”“Did you ever play volleyball nude?”“Yeah, but I was mostly on the bench. I was only in ninth grade back then and I wasn’t as good as you.”“Didn’t you like it?”“No.”“But I felt so free, like I could take on the world like that. Didn’t you?”“No.”“I’m thinking of playing nude on Tuesday. I think coach Heller will say I can.”“Oh boy, heaven help us.”“I played like that yesterday and we won. Why don’t you join.