Turns out he's cruising me at the same time! Hard to beat that! (wow, another useful expression). Now get this: we are kinda going in tandem back alon...g the trails, me above and him below, and we can see each other once in a while through the trees and bushes and shit, so that means we're cruising, right? But it's going nowhere becuz we can't move towards each other becuz of the steep hillside. What to do, what to do? So I think he sees the same problem, cuz he slows down, pulls up to a big tree. So I dropped my drawers, but tried to cover myself and maintain somemodesty. Katie playfully slapped my hands away so she could measure myhips. When finished, she quickly completed her notes and sent them offto Jenny via text. She told me to stand there and ran back into herroom and returned carrying a couple of pair of shoes and her big pinkfluffy robe. Telling me to put this on rather than my boxers. She hadme sit down so she could try a couple of pairs of shoes on me. Iusually wore a. As I threw on my clothes, he was all I could think about. I wished I had gotten at least his name, but then again, maybe it was better this way. Besides, in a strange way, it was romantic (... right?) -- a girl getting swept off her feet by a mysterious stranger. At least, that's what I like to tell myself. In all reality, it was probably a pathetic sight: two high school kids (one of them a virgin) having drunken sex. It probably wasn't even good enough to put up on those amateur homemade. She slid my hand higher, to the crotch of her jeans. "Just so you don't get the wrong idea," she giggled."Wrong idea?" You know how you are. You start over-analyzing things and start thinking that I might feel like you just want me for my body." She snickered. "I want you for your body, too, just so you know." She pushed my fingers tightly against her crotch. I could feel the heat and the beginnings of dampness through her jeans."Am I that bad?" You're that good, Alan. You care. I saw that so.