Even my nocturnal hand jobs were completed with feelings of unbridled guilt.I'd heard all the bragging of my schoolmates. ‘They just lie there, and ...ou stick it in, Mike. It's easy.’ I was wise enough to know that much of their talk was fable. The wishful thinking of sex-starved youth in most cases. And it seemed to me that I was just too shy to ever find out what made a woman a woman.This was many years ago, back in the days we now call innocent times. Which means that girls were more. I heard he was somewhere from Puttur. They are returning after attending a marriage reception like me.At times, I touched that lady while playing with the kid, she just smiled. Then, for some time, I kept looking at the window on my left-hand side. The kid slept with my head phone on his head. While taking it back, I had touched the soft and stiff breast on her blouse of that lady. It sent a shiver through me.Her Jasmine smell, dark atmosphere and cool air blowing from the window, my mind. And you're headed into class on the monorail and a beautiful specimen comes to sit beside you in the hard plastic seats that public transportation provides ... She looks you in your eyes and she cordially speaks. You, a straight laced female with a boyfriend at home are all of the sudden creaming in your panties as you stare into the eyes of that female sitting next to you in the t-shirt and sweat pants. Your denim skirt is being threatened of a wet spot as you rub your legs uncomfortably .... Finally, someone asked if any had a boyfriend. Both Brianna and Ashley, the two fourteen year olds, admitted having serious crushes on a boy in one of their classes."When you are with him, do you feel differently than when you are not together?"Ashley spoke first, "The first time that we walked home together and he held my hand, I felt really funny in my tummy, and when I got home, my underpants were wet."That brought giggles from the others until Cindy spoke up. "She didn't wet her pants. That.