I promise.”Ahhh, callow youth.“We’d better get going. Don’t forget the sugar,” she said, hopping up, all perky and beautiful. I suddenly wan...ted to see her all naked, instead of just topless. And that reminded me of why I had put my house off limits.It wasn’t until we were parking back at her house that I realized my fantasy of knocking out Fooling Around 101 in twenty minutes was a bust.It was going to take a lot longer than twenty minutes.Whether I wanted it to or not.As if to punctuate that. I put one hand on the back of the twink's head but before I could put the other hand there too it was grabbed by the hockey player and quickly guided to his own throbbing dick. Finally I could feel the entire mass of it and explored its shape with my hand, feeling every bump and vein. Even then, with it in my hand, I couldn't believe how thick it was. I thrust into the twink and felt the hockey player copying my movement by thrusting into my fist, his cock still lubricated by my spit. I felt. We had pretty much continuous sex. I guess the only disadvantage for the girls was finding a moment went another girl wasn’t already using my dick.One day Pan popped up in our section of the glade. “I had an idea,” He said.“I’m bored with the same one-hundred and one girls after four-thousand some years. How are you doing with your nineteen girls?” Pan asked.“I’m never bored. Every one of them is a jewel. Each is totally unique and every time we make love is the best sex of my life,” I. I’d handed them out like candy at church, to every girl I knew. But it was more of a game to me back then. I gave the best cards to Valerie, but I wasn’t trying to woo her or anything. She was just my best friend, and was special. So she got the best card, even if I didn’t really mean what was on the card.It wasn’t until that night that I actually wanted her to be my Valentine.And we’d been friends for as long as I could remember. We’d hung out together, spending all our leisure time together..