She wanted to reach out, touch him, make his cock so hard. The car door opened, surprising her. His fingers once again wrapped around her upper arm. ...he strength she loved was there, immediately lifting her up and out. She reached out, her hand finding the fabric of his shirt, and then his tight stomach underneath. She wanted to touch his skin. He ignored her hand as he marched her around the door and pressed her thighs against the side of the car, then pushed her face down again, the hood. “You better not say anything to Mom or anyone else about what I was reading. If you do, I’ll pound you into the ground. Do you understand me, mister?” She punched me in the arm for emphasis.“Relax, Tracy,” I replied. “You’re of age and I’m a great believer in your First Amendment Constitutional rights to read anything you want. I was just teasing you. I read stories on that site too.”“I don’t like people knowing my business, especially you. I was just curious and I picked a story at. Helen spoke to the guard and waved the car inside as the barrier rose. She went to the driver's window to speak to Rummy, who stared fixedly ahead."Oh, hell, Rummy, don't be silly. They're only tits." I know," he said, "but they're yours."Helen sighed. "Anyway, thanks so much for coming so soon." She looked across at Doris. "And you too. I really need you both." She turned to Sandy."This is Sandy duVin, a friend. He'll be working with us. Can we get in? I'll show you where to park."They climbed. That hug felt good. At the end of our walk, I asked Chris if he wanted to go to the movies next weekend. That began a series of dates with Chris that were more like I had expected; blue birds and hand holding. But that was all. I began to wonder why Chris never tried to kiss me. Was he gay? Was he really shy? Was there something wrong with me? I began to suspect that I was the first girl that Chris had dated. After a few more dates, we were walking along “our lake”, when Chris stopped and.