Nevertheless, we had a connection of sorts. One evening after a movie, she was going through my small library and pulled out my rare copy of Story of...‘O’. ‘What’s this’? she asked. I suggested she read it & find out. When she left, she took it with her. Two weeks later, we were out for dinner. ‘About that book’, she said, ‘is that what you’re into’? I told her I resented the question, and by no means was I going to be put in a position to explain myself. She said she was sorry, and didn’t mean. Time was short on these lunchtime meetings, but caution was always a concern. Seeing no one, he squeezed her hand and smiled as she met his gaze. With one last glance around, they left the main path, heading down a narrow trail. He held branches aside for her as their pace quickened. With a few more steps, they entered a clearing. Only a few yards across with a giant log lying across the middle, this small bit of solitude was their entire world. They paused, taking a moment to revel in the. It was dark enough that they couldn’t tell I was a boy, so thinking that Carl was getting lucky on a date they cheered and whistled for him.I must have sucked Carl off every way and everywhere possible. Besides the drive-in and on the road, I sucked him off at the lake, in convinces store bathrooms, the back row of a darkened movie theaters, his grandparents bathroom, you name it. .On Saturday nights he still swung by after a date with Melinda for his blowjob. This went on all summer until Carl. The itch between my legs was stronger now, I was wet through my panties and I knew that if I didn’t remove them soon I’d leave a stain on the groin of my school trousers. The warmth emanating from my groin spread down through my legs and into my stomach, making me hornier and hornier as his tongue danced with my tonsils. He moaned into my mouth and I moaned back. I remember being conscious of how long he had been gone, it had already been a couple of minutes but I needed his cock, I could feel.