I heard Rob’s mother bitching about my short skirt and skimpy string bikini. The 2nd time I went to Rob’s, I wore a modest skirt, that went just a...ove my knees, and a loose fitting sweater, along with my one piece tank swimsuit. Still, there was a lack of respect and privacy at both boys’ homes. I suggested that from then on we hang out at my house. We had settled on an informal schedule. Rob would come over on Wednesdays, and Brian on Fridays. The boys knew that I was hanging with both of them. I figured I'd get it all sorted out after the Christmas break; in the meantime, of course, I had some serious studying to do with our semester finals only two weeks away.The only person I tried to keep it from was my best friend, Wally Kennedy. And it was pretty unlikely he'd find out on his own. His family was more than a little conservative — hell, they didn't even have cable TV — and they had every filter known to mankind on the internet. His dad was some sort of deacon at one of the. He knew I had caught him in the act at work and Ithink he was hoping that the mouth of smoke was a foretaste."Did you like that, big boy?" I asked, putting my hands down his trousersand rubbing his penis up and down.I lit another cigarette."Want one?" I asked offering him one."No thanks," he replied.I blew smoke across his face."Sure?" I had decided I would get him smoking tonight."Yes."We went inside and I opened a bottle of wine, pouring myself a smallglass but offering a jumbo glass to my. We did not have a party for a while after the men were inducted into the family. Everyone seemed busy and distracted with other things, plus some of our outside friends were on various summer vacations. We also had a few visits from different sets of parents, so that slowed things down and resulted in bedroom rather than public room sex.That set of circumstances, specifically having to hide away from the elders to have sex, got me to thinking about our crazy society. Everyone knows that sex is.