”I giggle when he takes his hand away. “You look really cute in that set, Julia.”“Your things make me feel real good. Sort of sexy, you know?�...�� I know. “Maybe it’s because your bra touches me, like not just on my nipples, especially when I’m putting it on, in places a t-shirt doesn’t. And the panties hold me differently from my boxers.”He’s quiet for a moment. “Like I’m someone else or something. Like I’m outside my body.” He shakes his head. “OK, that doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel things. We returned in time for lunch with Angie. After lunch, because we couldn’t go to my room, we hung out in the student union, where we drank coffee and listened to background music while we talked.After an early dinner, Tasha, Angie, and I headed to Saint Michael the Archangel for Vespers. After the service, we drove back to campus where Tasha and I exchanged a soft kiss and a nice hug before she got in her mom’s car to drive home.“Doing anything this evening?” Angie asked.“No. Want to hang. Exactly.” We turned and headed for the truck and Beth caught hold of my arm and squeezed it. Then she stopped and spun me toward her. She squeezed my bicep a little more and then poked me in the stomach. I saw it coming and tensed my gut, so she didn’t sink in at all. She grabbed my shirttails and pulled it up to expose my stomach. Well, I have been working out for a while and Pilates does wonders for the abs.“Jesus Christ, Pogo! You didn’t really go and become a jock, did you?”“Well, I do. But on our 4th date, don’t know what happened to me but I thought she needs to or may be I need it. I pulled her close to, played a song and we danced. Then I placed my lips on her and while kissing I pressed her butts there she gave a soft morn. I knew this was the time. I picked her up in arms took her in the bedroom. And started kissing her neck, earlobes. I knew by this time she would have been wet down. I took off her t-shirt she was in a black bra. Oh forget to tell you guys about her.