I was wet, as she certainly knew it. Her touch was teasing, rubbing my panties and pressing lightly. I squirmed and she kissed my ear again.A guy trie...d to barge in, ruining the moment. "May I join you?"Beth looked up, "No." She said slightly abruptly, but not rude. If he had a sensitive bone in his body he would have known he was interrupting. But he was probably thinking with a different bone. Looking at his face, I knew he didn’t get it, he labeled us and went back to whisper with his buddies. Do you like roller coasters? I do not mean something as lame as the Vortex at Callaway Park. I mean the kind of roller coaster that only a seasoned enthusiast can handle.”“I like amusement park rides, but I don’t think I am ready for something that extreme yet.”“Good to know. I have one last question before I plan the date. What size of pants do you wear? This is important. Tell me the wrong size, and you could pass out.”She has a puzzled look on her face. She blushes as she tells me what size. It's summer time and that means time for some fun, relaxation, girls, and lots and lots of practice. Mr. Kawasaki, my Music Director from school, and my personal music instructor, lined up an audition for me to play with a local Jazz band, The Blue Moons. If accepted, I'll be playing gigs over the Summer.It's the middle of June, school's been out for about four weeks, and I can barely move for the pain. It seems I'm in the process of a growth spurt and it hurts like you would not believe. It. It had to be small, or out in the car. Maybe he'd hid it?"Umm. It's ... umm. Mark."Susan stared at Joe for a moment or two, not understanding. Then she slowly looked over at Mark.Mark was leaning back on the sofa, merely waiting. He had long hair, dark brown, almost black. Very pretty eyes for a man. He was clad in tight jeans and a sweater. Very average-looking if a bit tall."Well, hon, most husbands give puppies..." Susan tried to joke, not at all understanding. "What do you mean?" She.