"Hello," I said, smiling. "I've seen you on the train, haven't I?"She made no reply. She looked confused and maybe even scared.I extended my hand. At ...irst the gesture seemed to be completely lost on her, but after a long pause she dropped her right hand into mine (leaving her left hand incongruously parked under her chin) and gave me by far the feeblest handshake I have ever encountered. Her hand was so small, even childlike, that my engulfing hand seemed enormous; and when I let go, her arm. "This is your favorite song, right Katy?" he asked, wrapped his arms around her waist and conforming her ass to his crotch. "Not my favorite, per se," she said, trying not to get caught up in the feeling of his obvious erection pressing against her butt. "Dance with me," he whispered again, right against her ear. He started moving his hips in an enticing rhythm, grinding himself against her. Without conscious thought, she started gyrating her hips in time with his, to the beat of the song. . I thanked her for inviting me and she thanked me for bringing booze. I'm not really sure what took me over but I just felt like I was being pulled towards her. Either way I ended up next to her as she was putting the fire out. We were alone at this point and it the last embers of the fire were going out. This was my defining moment as a teenager. I looked down at Jessica and in my slightly drunk mindset I just moved on pure instinct and hormones. I leaned in and downward trying to aim my lips. I found excuses to kiss him on the cheek or the lips. He put his arm around me, and we snuggled while watching TV together.Almost every night when we went to bed, we would find an excuse to call on the phone, and one of us would talk the other through a fantasy. A few times, we both got off as we talked about what I wanted my nameless fantasy lover to do to me, my nameless fantasy lover that looked a lot like John.Near the end of the week, when I knew John might be going out with Laura, I.