She looks at you questioningly, but you just smile and shake your head. The elevator rises slowly, giving you a little time to tease her bottom on yo...r way to the Penthouse suite. The porters do their best to avert their eyes, but since every surface is mirrored, they can't help but catch glimpses as reach your hand under her skirt, drawing her close to you. You pull her into your arms, one hand under her skirt, caressing her perky bottom, the other hand drawing her into a kiss. Looking down. I did the decent thing. I walked her home, so she sobered up a little. I could have taken advantage of her of course, but I didn’t need to; even though I hadn’t actually had girl on boy sex for a couple of months, I knew now that I was good at it and had no need to take a drunken girl into the bushes. She was mortified the next day. She wouldn’t come to the phone, I went round. Her dad was not happy, he thought I’d got her drunk. After some diplomatic explanations (‘I think someone may have. What shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees weak, I sit on a chair. My eyes on the door, jumping when the doorbell rings again. Where would I start? Some things must never be said, or told. I swallowed them long ago. I think now of what has changed with me. Wondering if I’ve really changed at all, and have you. Will you like my current girlfriend? I thought it was her I was rushing to meet. I’m sure you’d like her. She’s pretty and sweet and kind, funny. We met through a common friend, you know. "Dude she's 13." Other than at first, I wasn't thinking of Vicki that way. "So?" "So?!! So, besides the fact that she's Rebecca's daughter, who'd kill me; besides the fact I could go to jail, I don't fishin for small fry. I am not a fucking Pedophile!" "Quit being such a wuss dude. I wouldn't complain, plus if I were you I would show her a goo...." Before he could finish I stood up and punched him the face. As he fell to floor holding his bleeding nose, I walked out the.