I take it off of you, then do the same with my own shirt.I see your eyes glance at my cleavage, but I don’t let you have full access yet. Instead, I...let you squeeze my ass and touch my thighs as my hands wander over your body. Finally, I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, your eyes lighting up.I take your hands and bring them to my chest so you can touch my breasts. You squeeze them and play with my nipples, and I can’t help but let out a small moan.I reach under the bed to where I had. “It’s not… no worries.” “I at least want you to have a nice time before you go.” As she said that she moved my hands to her chest. Her small frame grinding against my body as she did so. Alyssa was a grade below me and we talked occasionally but not much, she was about my height and had a nice body, blonde hair. You know what most high school guys like. I moved her boobs around as she only sat there enjoying herself. I moved my hand from her left boob and slipped it. ” “Well you’d better mingle,” she said with a smile, “do I need to find you a date?” “No, I’ll just stand here and wait for the hottest chick in the room to fall all over me, drag me back to her room, and have her way with me.” “Now that is a neat idea, which one of these is the hottest chick in the room?” she asked as she pretended to look around. “Well that is debatable,” I said, “I don’t see my ex-wife here, she was pretty hot but I screwed that deal up.” “I’d better get back to work or I’ll. I picked her up every day before school and brought her back after school. Over the next two years we tried some of the kissing techniques we saw on television but we never got down to sex. We didn’t even feel each other up. Our friends also gave us information, some of it true, some of it totally false. I was in love with her, but I didn’t tell her. I lived in a frustrating kind of hell until we were eighteen. I was afraid she would slap me or scream or run away if I told her how I felt..