In the end she said that something came up and that she couldn't come to his house.As Charles was sat down drinking, he saw his mother approaching him... There were some women and guys his age coming towards his direction. Charles was now thinking if these were his childhood friends. His mom introduced him to some of the other male teenagers and they told him that they all used to play with him when they were little kids. They were in their 16s and 17s. They remembered him but he didn't remember. "Care to join me?" I ask, we both knew we had been with other women, but not together. She walks into the room and stops at the foot of the bed. She looks down at me, then gently leans forward and places her hand on my wet region. She takes it away, I push my hips forward, trying to regain the contact with no luck. She grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My legs make contact with the floor as Aimee releases them and pulls them apart. She sits on the floor so is face to face. ” She looked over and saw me laying there and repeated, “Hello?” Not getting a response she repeated it one more time but a bit softly, “Hellloooo”. She waited a brief moment for my reaction but after not getting one she very quietly opened the screen door and came in. Obviously my “sleeping” looked real to her. She very quietly went about doing her normal thing; sweeping the sides of the pool, vacuuming the bottom, cleaning the filter and checking the chemicals. Each time she had her back to. ”“Then whose is it?”“Yours.”“No, it’s not,” I whimper, my legs spreading further as I lean back on my elbows.“You want this,” he says, and my head nods at its own accord. I instantly stop and shake it instead.“No.”“Then why do you present yourself to me like a delicate meal… begging to be eaten?”“Oh please,” I moan out, which was supposed to be a cry of protest and not encouragement. His words alone are enough to tie my stomach in knots, but his alluring voice makes the idea that much more.