The next morning Billy's dad drove me to the bus stopfor my ride home.Over the next three months Billy asked me to spend the night every week.At first... my mother wasn't too thrill with this but she did give in toevery other week. It wasn't until December that anything changed.Chapter ThreeTwo weeks before Christmas break Billy and I where lying on the pull outafter his mom told us to go to sleep. After we both had heard hisparents go to bed and the house became quiet Billy got up and went intoa. I have never even heard of one that size. If what Bill said was true, I wondered how in the hell it got so big in the first place. I could not even conceive what all she must have put into that little thing to get it that big. Now everything in the bar I looked at, I imagined Laura fucking it. Beer bottles, whiskey bottles and even the traffic cone sitting over in the corner. Above the bar was a trophy in the shape of a bowling pin and I wondered if Laura could take the whole thing or not. . The sheets were cold and we hugged each other close like a couple of children, giggling and tickling each other with cold hands. Of course, I was aroused but it wasn't urgent. I was happy to lie alongside her, stroking the velvety softness of her skin and learning the intimate topography of her body.We talked in whispers, sharing little intimacies as new lovers do. The conversation turned to our first time. I recounted my own experience. It wasn't much to write home about. It had been during. You're a guy. So what are you thinking? Like you wanna ... y'know... ?" Fuck you?" I blurted.We both turned beetroot, matching, stunned that I had said it. Then she laughed and pulled away."Yeah, Kip, tactful as ever! Well?" I dunno, it's not like that. I mean I'm not thinking knobs and pussy and real action - more - how cool it would be to touch you, and ... just sorta find out about you."She sat on the bed again, silent, and my legs just dropped me next to her. She nodded to herself then.