Kathy was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, which gave me a pretty good outline of her small breasts, and in her cross-legged position I could see the nyl...on covering her crotch stretched tight."I don't know why they call it sex education. There's nothing in here on how you do it." Ours does. Let me show you." She leaned over and took her book back. I could smell the shampoo she used and was finding the scent very arousing. I could feel myself getting hard and was hoping she wouldn't notice. "See?. One small diner. Any thing more than’that you had to travel another thirty miles, to the county seat. She was pumping gas. She turned about eight shades of red when I pulled up on the other side of the pumps. I said hello, she didn’t bother to answer me. For some reason that irritated me, but I shrugged it off. Fuck her. She was gone when I came back out. The good ol’ boys were talking about her. Bob, who had to be at least 130 years old, commented while looking straight at me. ‘She’s a. Well this was pretty much normal hormonal teenaged male behaviour; my mother had once commented to me that young male teens could get excited over a button popping. In a sense it was a relief to know that my son was at least normal in this respect, this thought made me smile. Just at that moment my son looked over at me, he saw me smiling and smiled back before returning his attention to the television.Later that night, while I lay alone in my bed, it occurred to me that sex might be an. When she saw me, she started as if I were a stranger, which I was."Who the hell are you?!" She asked me, almost yelling. She was angry already,probably because I hadn't been home when she did. After all, it had only beena day."I, uh . . . " I looked at her, totally lost for words. She on the otherhand, looked at me like I was the trespasser that I appeared to be."So you're the little slut that my boyfriend has been sleeping with behind myback." She said nastily."Boyfriend? No, I'm not. . " I.