"I'm sorry. I went too far."Helen was hugging her knees, staring off into the surf. "It's not your fault," she said. "It's mine. This was my idea. I b...ought us here. For all I know I was subconsciously planning for this all along."Mark was confused. "What do you mean?" You're fithteen. Of course, you're going to act that way and say those things around a half naked woman, even your own mother. I should have known better. But I was being selfish. I was only thinking about myself and about all. He smiles and makes his way down and fits one finger into my tight hole. "God, baby, you are so tight." He kisses me and manages to fit another finger in. He pumps in and out of my hole, his thumb rubbing my clit. My breathing speeds up and soon I'm bucking my hips. "Mmm, yes.. baby, please. Please don't stop..." Suddenly, I crawl over into his lap and we're kissing again. I stop and whisper in his ear, "I'm ready." He pulls me back, and looks and me with doubt in his eyes "Are you sure you. ."Would be the opposite of my life," Timothy said. He thought for a moment - what was his life? Drab, for one thing. Predictable, ordered and overmanaged. A constant struggle to not be noticed or picked out. Small and quiet, lackluster and joyless.Which meant that to be happy, he would have to be out in the forefront of everything, spontaneous and joyful. Without schedule or timetable, unsupervised, free of entanglements and encumbrances, loud and large and full of laughter and lightheartedness. .. It's almost all in love, but we constantly give each other shit. For everything! If I show up and my legs and arms are shaved, I'll never live it down. Granted, we are in long sleeves and long pants the entire day, but there is gym time. How am I going to explain this?I'm thinking of a negotiation, ass, trail, maybe legs..."You have to or the entire night is fucked up. I've wanted to do this with a fun guy for a long time and if it's not right, then I'm not doing it." Apparently.