You don't ever wear cheap T-shirts and jeans to school. You've got those red shirts, the gray one, a couple blues, a green, and brown. And you've got ...blue, gray, brown, and tan khaki's. You never wear the two blues, the two grays, or the two browns together. Never wear the green and tan together. You always complement nicely."Joey blinked at her for a moment, processing this. "I think now would be a good time in our relationship for you to tell me that you've been stalking me." I'm not stalking. Becky Watson was the captain of the girls cheerleading squad. She was a blond hair, blue eyes goddess that to Trent was the epitome in which all young ladies should be measured against. Unlike the other popular girls in school, Becky was always nice to him, but he knew that is as far as it would ever go. She was dating one of the jerks on the football team that was constantly harassing him, and Trent was sure that if they ever broke up she would have a line of guys waiting in the wing just. What we have is not for the locker room.”“But ... I mean, guys are always talking about what they’re doing with their girlfriends, right? I mean that’s what I’ve heard anyway. I’ve heard guys talking,” she protested.“Have you ever heard me talking?” he quizzed her.Heather’s eyes widened at this. Shaking her head, she said, “No.”“That’s because I don’t talk. Oh, I mean, lots of the guys know we’re seeing each other, and I suppose they might know we’re, well, you know, but I don’t tell them what. As I was slowly moving my hand on my erect dick up and down, I heard the noise of the door of my room closing very loudly. I was scared to death! Quickly, I stopped the porn, wore my pants with still a boner and went to see what happened and who closed the door.I opened the door and saw my aunt walking down the stairs giggling and shaking her head. I had no guts to call her or to go and talk with her. So I came back to my room and was dumbstruck with what just happened. Many questions were.