.. I pulled her to my body, my hand on the small of her back… then sliding lower as the other hand cradled the back of her neck. She fit perfectly... against me and with neither of us wearing much it all escalated quickly. Each time our lips parted and came together again it was like a million explosions going off throughout my mind and body! Her fingernails raking my shoulders… her other hand slipping inside the waistband of my boxers… my hand cupping and weighing her firm round ass… it was a. "I'm scared of being in love. You're scared of the same thing. Maybe for different reasons, but the same thing." I need to be able to trust you," I said. "I'm serious-you want to fuck half the football team, fine-as long as we're on the up-and-up about it. Hey, we're young. I've got nothing against experimenting. I just know where I want to end up." I know, too. As for trusting me, I need to be able to trust myself. I am working on it." She took a breath. "Look, I learned something today. I. The doctor arrived and confirmed that it was a psychogenic fever caused out of stress and fear. He suspected that work pressure at the office might have been the reason.My mother believed it. I didn’t, as I knew what was the reason for my stress. He further warned me not to go to the office for at least a week and to avoid any stress-related activities during that time. My mom listened to it and nodded. I knew what I had to avoid. I thought I needed to get out of Di’s life.With my current state. Thus, that summer (they moved in in late June) we had barbeques together, a couple of dinner parties, a games night, and we even went to a Broadway show together. We'd agreed to take a trip to Vegas in November.Of course I drooled over Andrea in a bikini, which she wore all summer; I also couldn't help but notice that Mike seemed very well-endowed in his very tight trunks. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious what his cock looked like (although no more curious than I was about seeing.