"Mmm. Do we reward whiny girls?" May-be." You know I can't touch you unless you give me permission," I said, sitting on the bale with the sleeping bag...spread on it. "Stand in front of me, Courtney. You know how much I like looking at you naked." I am naked in front of you, Brian," Courtney said. She still blushed, even though we'd been naked together most of the summer. "I give you explicit permission to bend me over where you want me and spank me like the bad girl I've been. And to do anything. She started the fun by pinching my nipples and asked to lie on my stomach and started spanking my ass and she even inserted a pencil in my ass and gave a nice hard beating till my ass was red af and she started to give me a harsh handjob.She pulled my skin to expose my glans and tickled it with her nails.It gave me chills and sent signals to my brain and again she started to give handjob and I came all over her hand and my stomach.She cleaned herself near basin and I went to the bathroom to. The other side is almost totally in control and you love it!’ Her hand was now only inches from her breasts, still grasping the pillow. ‘When you touch your breasts, you will lose control, the other side will take over. You will do anything I say, you won’t ever be able to say ‘no’ to me. You know that, and you can’t wait to touch your breasts. Your hand is moving lower! Lower!’ Her hand quivered each time, slowly, inexorably… until… her hand brushed against her nipple. ‘Ugggh!!’ she moaned.. “N…no,” I stammered, afraid to look her in the eyes.“You’re cute,” she said as she stood. She added, “Help me with the dishes.” She washed. I dried. Just as we finished, she said, “I’m so relieved…was beginning to think my little boy was gay. Almost 17 years old and your first date. By the time I was 17, I’d…no.” She fell silent and a warm far off look was in those pale grey eyes. I would like to tell (brag to) her about Shirley but then that was not dating. I never asked Shirley for.