" I am damn it but that doesn't mean you're not an asshole. Damn! I am inlove with you. Shit! I'm in love with an asshole." So if you are in love with... me let's say we kiss and make up. Then we cango to my room and..." Love has nothing to do with me being pissed at you or thinking you're anasshole. My mom loves the hell out of my dad but she still gets mad at himand thinks he's an asshole. And if you think for one fraction of a nano-second that you're getting me in bed..." Couldn't we at least. ..and in return, she'd allowed him to look at her tits while hejerked off...and for once, he hadn't had to lick up the spew. But of courseTed still felt it was his house...and he was so nice to her...Sigh. He supposedhe could make a run for the stalls. Shit. "So I have to go and do it alone inthe stall?" Ted was disbelieving. He looked up and Danny the courierwas walking up to the desk. Ted's hand closed on the box. "Okay,okay, Celeste. Just give me ten more minutes...please." Ted heard. I have a suspicion I must have been the most knowledgeable virgin in the school, and I often gave advice to these boys. I wasn't the only one at home alone in bed getting some solo hand action. One particularly helpless boy was convinced that was why he had glasses, but couldn't manage to stop. I encouraged him to embrace it instead.I lived on Rissa's stories mostly. Her confessions. We also played out every fantasy we could imagine, in whispers, as we stroked ourselves, and then as often as. As we lay there on the floor of my living room catching our breath we both knew we were on the edge of a very thin line. I sat there hoping my hard cock wasn’t showing through my jeans but not wanting to check. Without warning she jumped up and grinned. Gone was the girl crying in Wal-Mart, now a sly grin lit her face.“I have a bet for you Sean,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “For every point that one of us scores in tennis the other has to take off a piece of clothing. The winner can ask.