He was funny and sweet, and I had him eating out of my hand. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a power-trip kind of gal, but you’ve gotta admit it’s... fun to watch boys bow and scrape on occasion. Anyway, I was crushing on him just as bad, and we seemed like a perfect fit from the beginning. That was a few months ago. We’ve spent lots of time together since, and sex was steadily creeping into the purview of the conversation. I don’t think I’m terribly easy, but I love getting laid, and I had it in for. He was told last semester, "No More Gambling". He had forgotten I guess. "Mark, better cut your losses, lets get some sleep and tomorrow I'll help you round up the money." I suggested."Back off, Ken, I know what I'm doing, I can beat her. I just need one good hand." Mark argued.When Mark was gambling, he listened to nobody. I gave up and decided to wait around and see what happened. Three hands later Mark went broke. Flat broke. He asked to borrow money and I refused. I had learned the hard way. The soft and mild touch had aroused me. I knew that such soft touching could only come from experience. He softly twisted my nipple with thumb and index finger. There was no place I wanted to be as I had gone crazy with his touch. I wondered what else was there to come.He played with my boobs for quite a while and just when he was about to go, I quickly turned, caught his hand and said, Dad please don’t go! I know that you want it and you must know that I want it too. I have thought of this day. George had to dress up in order to look as a salesman was expected to on the road, but he turned out to be a jeans and sport shirt guy when it was his choice. We swapped our life stories and were astounded at the similarities of our high schools, the three years we each spent between then and college, and what we considered important in life.We did a lot of screaming and bouncing up and down. Our seats were right by first base and the ball game was slam-bam right down to the ninth inning when.