. I . . .you're just a kid and I'm your teacher . . . we can't get involved that way. Sex isn't . . ." "Shut up. Remember it was my bet. And besides i... isn't really sex. I mean, I don't want to have sex with you. Well, not really. I want to . . . well . . . I always wanted to try . . . I want to suck you . . . uh . . . give you a blow job . . . that's not really sex, so . . . it's . . . well . . . I won the bet, right?" I was trapped by my own promise. I was also trapped by the sight of her. He moved his hand to her bottom and pulled her against him. When they broke the kiss she giggled.“You’re a good kisser, Roger.”He knew enough to keep quiet. Sophie rolled away from him and put her hands behind her head. He resisted the urge to lean close and kiss her nipples and lick the sweat from her breasts.“Shall we dance a little more, Roger? What do you say?”Roger thought he’d rather continue kissing, but he was smart enough to see where Sophie’s proposal appeared to lead. He knew he’d. I got some what bold and made her to see through the window the moon in the sky, she turned showing her back, at that time I went behind and put my hands over her hip and holded as if and planted a kiss on here neck, and she started giving hot breaths, slowly I started planting kisses all over her neck and slide down slowly to her hip and then bitted her ash. Still now she was holding the window and was enjoying with saying balaaaaaaaaaa ddaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii, Than I got up and turned her towards. I got a hard-on thinking about it again andI planned to take Sue to the movies next weekend and then convince her to cut through the field with me.I called Sue during the week and we made plans to go to the movies Saturday night.She doesn't live far from the theaters so as usual we walked. As we got closeto the theaters I could see the field which is a shortcut to her house and plannedto walk through it on the way back. We made out during the movie and I had ahard-on just thinking about the.