He casts his eyes to the side. I see the shameand regret. I feel the sturring of moral victory."I'm sorry about that. You were just so..." Helowers hi...s voice, "You're such a beautifulwoman."His eyes are watery, looking near tears."Maybe I shouldn't say such things here in thehall," he says, throwing a nervous glance overhis shoulder.I pull my foot from where it's planted, and openthe door enough to peek into the hall.In that split second, he shoulders into the door,knocking me back into the. “You must be Ruth.” He said in a deep quiet voice from the shadows. He moved gracefully beside me. I could see the muscles in his gorgeous legs. His shorts were at eye level. He smelled like the outdoors. He softly put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into his handsome face. “Can I touch you?” I asked with a crack in my voice. “Ruth you can do whatever you want.” He said huskily. “Take your time. We have all the time you need.” “I…I have never done anything like this before.” I stammered. He. At that age, all I wanted, all I could think about was sex, and I was actively looking!I began my search in the boys locker room at school. Trying not to be obvious, I would be slow to dress or forget something in the shower, just to get a look at some naked boys. Just to see some beautiful cock. The bathroom stalls in the locker room, as odd as it sounds, is where I took my boldest step to date. Seeing a boy at a stall, I went to the stall next to him, nervous and shaking, I tried to casually. ” As if she hadn’t had to tell him that! But his greeting had been delightful.So was dinner. He’d made an extra effort. This was truly coming home. She dozed while he cooked, and she woke to his “Dinner is served.”“Mmm,” she said after she’d tasted the meal, “I think I’ll keep him.”“You have been keeping me,” he said. “I can pay rent now, though. We’ll settle up after dinner.” That broke her mood a little -- George was so bourgeois -- but only a little. If you had to be nagged about paying.