" Magazines!" It wasn't a question it was a statement of fact."Of course! And naturally they affected me, although maybe confused is a better word. Yo...u just have to see it from my point of view, kids in the schoolyard talking about sex as though it was the most natural thing in the world, teachers saying that curiosity is perfectly normal at any age let alone in a teenage boy. Mix that up with my parent's Victorian attitude and you create one totally confused young boy. Still there was one. I sit in the chair and look over at you. I grin at you, as I notice you have undone your pants and started stroking your cock. Its at full attention, and its such a yummy site. As I look at you continuing to stroke yourself I feel myself get wet and I slide my hand down my shirt inside my bra to pinch my nipple while I slide my other other hand under my skirt and under my panties. I can feel im dripping wet. I wiggle my finger at you, and sultry tell you to to come over. You stand up and walk. .. Only if you do it in return with a devilish smirk & I gave her a kiss on the cheek & showed her a reserved table I saved for her & finished the set. Soon as we finished playing I asked her to follow me outside for some needed air & alone time before heading to my place as I am sweating and needing a fast cooling off I took my shirt off as I always have a spare in all my venues & in doing so it was sticking to my body and she helps me pull it off and muttered Mmmmm... I like a sweaty body and. Out of here. There was no way she was going to put up with this bullshit anymore. People walking all over her, treating her like she was some kind of communal whipping post just because she wasn’t In The Band. Hell, she paid rent here, too. More than her share most of the time, the broke-ass motherfuckers. And cleaned up after them. And kept the kitchen stocked. And kept him from flipping out on them when he was in one of his moods. It had all been bearable, kind of, as long as she had him to.