Rick caught her alone (I would later learn) soon after mom's conversation with me. Rachel was fifteen and Rick was eighteen.It was the first time I ev...er heard the reference to losing someone's cherry, like Rachel did with Rick. But apparently, it wasn't that bad after all because Rachel began to come by regularly and do it with Rick. It lasted a year until he went into the Army.Just then, between my reaching my own puberty and what I heard in the schoolyards, I understood what the big. ”After another minute or two, he said, “Stop for a second.”I lifted up my head and sat back. He stood, pulled his pants and boxer briefs below his knees, then sat back down. “Do you swallow?”“I don’t know. I never have.”He reached back down and took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket. “In case we have a mess to clean up,” he said.He leaned back, and I started sucking him again. I found I could get five or so inches into my mouth before I started to gag. I gripped him so that when my lips. I’m not sure it worked. We had a short discussion about surfing, but I wasn’t putting my usual enthusiasm into it. Soon, the conversation dropped away from me, and I stirred my pasta sulkily. Then it happened again. Long, clever fingers so sneaky I didn’t realize they had returned until I yelped and bucked my hips. “You alright?” Daddy asked. I nodded. “I bit my tongue,” I mumbled, making a face. Levi’s fingers moved more vigorously, wringing the pleasure right out of me. I felt my ascent. I caught sight of Stella in the cheer squad, even though she had dumped my ass she at least hadn't left our motley crew to go and shake it for the Cardinals, our arch enemies.She smiled at me but I looked away, it was giving me unwanted flashbacks of her running up to me during half time to tell me how well I had played even if I didn't have a touch. This game I was totally showing off. Ryan knew I wanted to give my sister something to remember so we did the running back, quarter back combo.