She untied my suit, loosened the waistband and explored. She hadn’t done that at the last party.She played and touched and started to stroke. Seriou...ly, to hell with the bedroom, I wanted to fuck her right then and there IN the pool. When I slipped my hand down into HER suit, she whispered the same thing in my ear one more time. “I’m still NOT going to fuck you Zane”. I kissed her and slipped a finger into her. She let out a gasp. I thought to myself, are you sure about that?We stayed like that. ’ She walked across the concrete of the driveway to her car, she paused and turned. ‘Maybe Thursday evening?’ ‘I’d like the company.’ I waved as she drove away, wondering if I was making a mistake, if I could hold onto my heart and just have sex, sex that was not nearly as good as with Brenda, but adequate. Well maybe it was the physical contact that made it better than just masturbating. What was I doing? Still naked, I walked though the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle of now warm beer from the. Drew not a line in the local paper outside of his six-line obituary. Not much left of Davey either. She looked over at the trucker. She had a pretty smile and a woman's full chest. Maybe Billie was a little twisted too. And not local. Billie was safe from the rumor mill. It would be nice to spend a little time with a fellow traveler. Billie pulled another beer out of her cooler, popped the top, and handed the can over. Sally took it and lifted it so they could tap their beers together then took. She’d been at Pine Valley for more than a month and she was certainly making her presence felt. She’d made several friends, was doing great in field hockey, and was already a regular on the party scene. That last part had led her to test the waters ‘boy-wise’ and it was in that regard that she was truly beginning to settle into her old ways. She’d hooked up with a few guys and word was already beginning to spread about her. She had initially planned to lay low in that arena but those plans had.