His strong smell of body odour made my nostril flare, 'You waiting for someone sweetmeat', he asked me, his eyes deliberately moving down my body and ...resting on my grey cotton athletic panties, exposing my willingness with a damp patch seeping from my need of a man, my mind circulating old experiences of sex, my blood filling those sensitive erectile tissues to display my willingness to copulate.It was evening and the sun was going down as I studied his old and wizened face, our eyes were. "No, that's okay, Gia."She smooched my cheek, but sat down on the other side of the couch. We sat in silence for a few minutes, as we just waited to hear some knocking on our door. We made limited eye contact, but it still wasn't awkward between us.'I feel like it’s the night before Christmas again. I feel a little fuzzy, but I hope this goes well,' I thought before bringing out my phone. "Oh, yeah, Pete, that's some hot stuff," I moaned, looking at the pictures."Gia, are you masturbating?". She felt his warm lips lay soft kisses across her chest, grazing her nipples ever so slightly, teasing her. When his mouth finally wrapped around a nipple and sucked, her back arched. He nibbled and pulled it into his mouth, and she brought her hand to the back of his head, not wanting him to stop. His head moved to the other to give it the same attention and she became putty in his hands. Jaz barely noticed his hand moved lower as his fingers slowly pulled down her shorts. Trusting his word,. Aren't best friends supposed to talk about things other than just boys?"She started to walk catching up to me. "Well I guess, but what else can be more important to talk about. You know Mel, you need to act more like a girl because people are starting to think differently of you if you know what I mean?"It was no surprise that most of the girls in seventh grade would talk about me. While they were busy in the bathrooms sharing lip gloss or brushing out their long hair, I was out in the fields.