"He seemed to be thinking. Then, "Can I watch?" It was the only even slightly kinky thing that happened that night, but for what he was paying, I didn...'t mind."Do you want me to stand up?" That would be nice." I could tell he had embarrassed himself.But I went into the tub and stood there with my legs apart and let go. I couldn't read his reaction but after I was done he turned and took a pee himself into the toilet. I had splashed myself so I washed off with a wet washcloth and we returned to. I already knew what the problem was---dirt poor. Rather than embarrass him n front of the others, I motioned for him to follow me outside, and we took a seat on the bleachers. “So what's up, Maurice ?.” “Shit Matthew, you know what the problem is---my parents don't have no money. And it's not just the jock—still gotta get a cup, socks, and cleats”. I looked down at his feet—even the sneaks he was wearing were ragged out. “So dude—you try out—you make the team, probably first string, and you. “Oh, Fuck, Steven! Yes!” she squealed, and, to his chagrin, it turned him on to hear her that vocal. Up until now, their sex had been very vanilla. Where the hell was this girl every other time? Hell, where the hell had HE been?“You little slut, Amee!” he yelled out, and thrust back into her with a violence he’d never experienced during sex before. He could feel himself bottom out just as she groaned. It was a groan of pain, but the deep undercurrent of it was clearly laden with desire.“I want. All this time, and now ... she'd come to me!That's why Christine had seemed so familiar; the reason that from the very beginning I'd imagined her acquaintance!She drew back from me when I dropped her. She fell to the ground - collapsing and coughing and spluttering and clutching her neck.There were rows of pearls and pins fixing her hair, and a broach upon her dress. I saw delicate embroidery and red pearl slippers peeping and teasing me, weeks - perhaps months of painstaking work in each of.