Why? She never leaves her door open when she's not home. As I got closer I realized the flickering light was her computer. Keeping my body hidden, I s...tretched my neck forward to look into her room. Yep, the flickering light was her computer, which was left on. And the same video that I saw last night was on the screen again. Only this time it was in the paused position. An unknown guy on his knees, with his hands and balls sac locked in The Humbler behind his legs, was pictured on the screen.. We continued smoking and then we started to talk about sex, it was an issue I liked, I felt comfortable with him and we talked about it freely, nothing different that I have talked with boys at school, you know, boys talk about it. And then he asked, out of the blue, “Would you let me fuck you?”. In Spanish, is more subdue, it is like, “Would you let me do you”? it is not at harsh.I didn’t respond although the idea attracted me, then he said, “Come”, he got up and I got up from where we were. I made it home and got in the shower almost immediately, indulging myself with a half-hour bath, complete with peach-scented body wash and herbal shampoo, It was almost reminiscent of the baths I'd take in my early days, when timeframes were simply non-existent.After the nice bath, I headed to the kitchen in the quest of making myself a nice warm cup of Tea, but short before I made it to the kitchen, the bell rang."Hey Chantae!" I said as I opened the door, my cousin Chantae had mentioned her. Why hasn’t he kissed me? She wondered. — Mark sat down on his couch with a sigh. It was torture not to draw her body into his, the way he’d dreamt of doing, so many times. He wanted her to be sure she wanted him. He had to wait until she came to him, willingly. What if she doesn’t? He thought, before shaking his head and pushing the notion from his mind. May as well get comfortable while I’m waiting. Taking off his shoes and his shirt, he relaxed back into the couch, turning his television,.