Some serving practical purposes as lamps or vases, others purely for their appearance. Some artistic, others in quite obviously erotic poses. One wall... beside the door was taken up with a book-case which went from floor to ceiling. On the lower shelves were very large books, which he said contained photographs or photographs of paintings of women. Higher up were the ordinary sized books, many of which were quite serious books about sexuality but he admitted that there were also a large number. My best friend Mike brought it on the bus. Little did I know where it would lead! I started masturbating at eleven, just before this story takes (or should have taken) place. I suppose my dating life started in fourth grade, with a girl named Elizabeth. She was also a fourth grader, a beautiful brunette. She had the beginnings of breasts, was taller than any of the other girls, and was the only attractive girl to me in the class. Well, dating her was a dismal failure. When I first went to her. The next day I got up around 11 and walked into the kitchen to find Mark in his boxers drinking some OJ. I asked how last night was not letting him know that I had seen him. He said good I gave some action then I got some. Really I said he said yeah if you every need some action just let me know I can help out.That stuck in my head most of the day until later that evening around 9 we were watching sports center when I finally asked if he could help me out this evening jokingly but serious. He placed his left hand on her shoulder, moved her hair away and kissed her neck. Tingles shot down her body and she breathed deep. He was so sensuous, so delicate. His right hand began to slowly pull up the folds of her skirt and as he eased his fingers under the hem he could feel the goosebumps on her thighs. He walked his fingers around to the front of her skirt and stopped at the edge of her panty line. She was breathing deeper now, her heart pounding and she could already feel she was.