He went back to his hometown and I started dating her.She spent about every other night in our room and, of course, I could hear, and often see in the... dim light, their screwing, usually more than once a night. Things got pretty familiar after a while so seeing her nude wasn’t uncommon when she went to the bathroom or showered. I jacked off a lot thinking of her, especially when Josh’s bed was thumping.With that familiarity I easily picked up where he left off since she and I were both in summer. I stayed there after he was gone, shooting hoops and thinking about that wonderful sentence he'd just uttered to me. Two days later I was out in the school playground area again, shooting baskets in a light drizzle, and trying to come up with some plan that I could use to begin another conversation with Rachel.I started chasing after an errant rim shot when I spotted her leaning against a classroom door and looking over at me. I didn't say or do anything to acknowledge having seen her and went. My vision misted again, my eyes burning. I blinked back the tears. I had to think. To figure this out.I took another turn and...I blinked at what was before me. Flashing Glitter's sign, well, flashed at me. Pink letters proclaiming the strip club's name next to a silhouette of a busty woman in a seductive pose. This was where my sister, Zoey, worked with her girlfriend as an 'exotic dancer.'Why was I here? Did I want to be a stripper? Did I just want to abandon all pretense and shake my stuff. Nor could I believe I was part of it.I just stared at Kristina, who stared back at me. I could not take my eyes off her slender teenage body, her small perky boobs, and her fucking amazing pubic hair. God, that shit turned me on so much. And to think I had fucked her too. I had initially felt dirty, perverted, and kind of bad in a way. But considering all of the events that had transpired, I simply could not stop thinking about it, and my hormones would not stop going crazy.And God help me, I.