My mushroom head began to protrude from the top of my boxer’s waist band. Dick felt it and drew a quick breath then relaxed once more. He rubbed his... thumb across my piss slit then slid his hand down beneath my shorts to wrap it around my now rock hard shaft. He closed his hand around my manhood feeling its warmth and rigidity. His muscles were becoming soft and welcoming as he was surrendering his hesitations to the passion building within his loins.I pulled my head away from our embrace and. In the three months we actually called each other boyfriend/girlfriend though, we made out -- I even squeezed her boob under her shirt -- but that was as far as we went. Through the rest of the year I slowly explored my own sexuality, learning to flirt with other girls and discovering what to do with the new body I was growing into. Just to describe myself, I was reaching up to around 5'10" tall, but still weighed something less than 150 lbs. I had longer, brown hair turned lighter by the sun. She came with another glass of lemonade for herself and sat next to me. She starts asking me about my studies and what I do when I get bored. She found me very humorous and was giggling a lot while speaking to me. She said she laughed so much after a long long time.While speaking to her I told her that I was alone at home that night. She said even her husband has gone to Pune for a project and she wanted company for the night. I was really happy. It was 8 already. I asked what we would do. As far as the bar was concerned, the Jackie currently dancing on stage was a whole new person - a tattooed slut who’d moved to the city to become a dancer.Piercings aside, her face hadn’t changed. But even when she was fully dressed (at least, as fully as Jackie dressed these days) no one looked at Jackie’s face.They were either checking out her enormous rack, her new butt (another little gift from Rob) or - most commonly - the tattoos that covered every inch of her body.Her arms had full.