” he said. “So, you won’t... you know, tell anyone what we did?” he asked, concerned. “I could get in a lot of trouble if you told on me.�...� She rolled over and looked up at him. “Why? You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do!” she said. “How could you get into trouble for that?” “Well, the law says that you have to be a certain age to do this.” he explained. “Just how old are you, anyway?” “I’m sixteen.” she told him. “That’s old enough, right?” She saw him looking down at her. . supa-phreaky!" Deke was grinning, leaning and back and waiting for me to clean up his dick. I always cleaned him up before I'd clean myself."Don't talk like that," I told him. "I'm not in the mood for nigger, okay?" What's up with you?" Deke didn't get pissed or anything, but he narrowed his eyes a little. "Getting your period or something?" No," I told him unnecessarily; he knew exactly when my period was due and it wasn't for another week. "I'm just tired." It's cool," he shrugged. "I. “Nothing.”, I answered uneasily. “Well then what are you listening to?”, “Nothing.”, I began to grow uneasy and my aching began to worsen. I fought back to hold back the soft moans. “So what’s going on? Is someone else in there?”. “No”, I said. I scorched as I felt his eyes start from my toes and go all the way to my eyes, and nearly jumped when he asked to come in. I let him in and he just stood with his back facing my mirror, smiling at me. I thought I would burst. “So, are you still up. I’m 6 feet 2 inches tall, and weigh anbout 210 pounds. I’m by no means fat, but I could afford to drop a few pounds. But I’m built pretty well and I have a lot of muscle, but it’s not toned very well. I have been told by numerous, unbiased people, that I am a very attractive person, but I don’t think so. You see, I’ve had self-esteem issues since middle school. I had (and sometimes still get) very bad acne and even though my wide football-player build gives the impression of a well-toned.