I won the first two games easily and downed two beers in the process. Jen was taking it a little easier on the booze but was still drinking her fair s...hare. ‘I have to admit,’ I said after scoring the game winning goal in the second game. ‘You are getting better.’ ‘Gee thanks,’ she drawled. ‘Just drop the ball.’ ‘Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drink more.’ ‘Best of seven series bitch! It’s not over yet!’ ‘I think so far, you’ve been MY bitch.’ My final comment. " Len told me. "I didn't know why, except that my best mate was leaving, and I would probably never see him again." I noticed tears in her eye. "I cried buckets for hours." What could I say about that? I was fifteen and she was fourteen. At that age you had no say at all in your destiny."Anyway." Len laughed. "It made sure that I never got to sweet sixteen and never been kissed." Len went off to make coffee, and I made myself comfortable. As she was doing her bit in the kitchen I called out to. I bluntly asked if I could go down on her. Despite our intimate conversation my question seemed to shock her a little. Why, and when she asked. I said here and now. There was a fairly large column in the store. She had been sitting in a tall stool near this column. I suggested that if she slid her stool to the column and leaned back I could do it and the column would block the sight of the people walking past the storefront. After a few seconds of thought she said it was a crazy idea but. She wore short black hiking shorts and a skin tight tank top. Her 34D breasts were tightly contained in her athletic bra. On her feet were top of the line hiking boots and a 27lb backpack on her back. Her long defined legs began to carry into the woods, her long brown hair freely brushing over her butt, and her big brown eyes taking in her beautiful surroundings. It was a 70 degree fall day in September. The leaves were starting to fall and change color, the sky was a clear blue with white.