“Why do you think I’m standing so close to the dressing rooms?’And before I could use my standard ‘Oh you little sneak!’ line when she does ...those unexpected delightful things; she had me by the wrist and was practically dragging me and my stumbling, weak-kneed legs along behind her. (I’m sure glad Waldo-Mart uses real doors now instead of those curtains on the dressing rooms!) In no time at all, she was yanking my weak-kneed legs free of my pant legs while I was yanking her over-sized sweater. (As time passed I realized thatwe both got into the habit of treating Nick and Nikki as two differententities. If I was talking to Nick and wanted to mention Nikki, I woulddo it by name. He would do the same, i. e. Nikki wants to see youtonight.)The mall had been Tuesday; on Wednesday we played one on one basketballafter school; he had a net on his garage. I told him I would be gettingmy driver's license Friday and asked if he thought Nikki would like to gofor a ride on Saturday. He assured me. “Strip.”He slowly removed his clothes, taking his time to hang up his jacket on the provided hangers. He emptied his pockets into a small box that was on the portable clothes rack. He removed his shoes and socks. He stood there defiantly for a second before removing his shirt. He took off his trousers glaring at Sword Lifa the entire time. He stood there in his undershirt and boxers. The bright red lines from his punishment were clearly visible on his calves.“All of it.”“Come on! This is not. I could not stop thinking about him since his lips touched mine. My hormones had been on a rampage and seeing as I never masturbated made matters worse. I was always very aroused and it hurt so much because there was no attention being given to my pussy. I knew things had to move forward or I would eventually just masturbate the hell out of myself. One morning, I awoke to a message from Ty asking how I was and how my night had been. He stated that he was well but had a terrible hard on that.