She inhales sharply between her teeth and I sense the reason for her reaction. “Be careful, it is a bit sensitive.” Withdrawing my hand, she holds... it there. “No, please continue. Just be careful.” Realising she is awake I start kissing her shoulders. Soft fluttering kisses on her exposed shoulders and neck. Tiny little hairs stand erect beneath my caresses. My finger proceed toward her core again and she turn around to lie on her back. Spreading my caress all over her body now, I kiss her. They couldn’t have children after Connie’s ex-husband beat her almost to death while heavily pregnant with Freddie’s child. ‘Freddie was a nice man,’ she remembered, ‘And you were a nice boy.’ ***** I thought of school, age 15, sitting next to Connie as always. She lived next door. We learned to walk and talk together, I taught her bicycle riding, the precocious minx taught me kissing when we were 12. When my hormones caught up with hers, I wanted to court her, but prevaricated and was pipped. Single southern comfort lime and lemonade with lots of ice and we then sat down at the outside table. We chatted while having a few drinks and enjoying each others company giving each other a few compliments and joking, have a real good time. I then needed to pee and went to the bathroom. Once done while walking in the corridor back towards the living area, as I reached the corner to turn Zoe walk around from the other side and we bumped into each other. Placing my arm around her back making. Thousand Oaks isn't that far a drive for someone under the influence of their hormones, and Malibu became my "beachhead".In less than a week, I had the usual cadre of hangers on nearby, but I was able to talk to Michael, and much more importantly, he didn't recognize me!That day with mom had given me the idea to pull this off, and when Michael asked where I went to school, I told him, "U.C.L.A.," and kept a straight face about it.I guess my chest made me look older, and in shorts, Michael.