For them, any stranger, strange event, strange weather, or strange symptom was further evidence of the aforementioned, and, still evil Wizard and that... foul fiend's fouler fulmination (okay, the last word, while alliterative, is not precise, but foolish stories have foolish storytellers).Despite their warnings and deprecations, undaunted or foolish, our fool advanced foot by foot. "Oh, hurting humans, I am here to help, heal, humor, and hug," Thus, spake the Harlequin, how else but happily?That. ." You want to ask her out, don't you?" Well, yeah," Greg looked uncomfortable."I'll talk to Beth," I said just as the bell rang for our next class.Beth and I were walking out to my car after school, "Do you know if Cindy is going with anyone?" Why, are you planning to replace me, or are you starting a harem?" Beth chuckled. I marveled at the change in my princess since the beginning of our relationship. No more shy girl worried about losing her guy."Not hardly," I told her about my. Otherwise I wanted any touching or rubbing to be seen as an accident or a fluke, which is what I would argue for.But a pang of conscience came over me later, the morning after the day of the event on the couch. I woke up early with my morning erection. And she flashed through my mind, it was so intense what I felt in my sex, that I had to bring my hand to it and masturbate violently like a desperate degenerate. If I made about 15 movements it was a lot. I immediately became aware of what I was. Cathy answered by kissing me and pressing her hips into my cock. Backing away she turned and scampered up the stairs with me in close pursuit. We tumbled onto her bed and began cuddling and kissing. Impatiently, I began unbuttoning her shirt and struggled to get her belt unhooked. Cathy was wearing blue jeans, so I had to pull back to get to the front opening snap and zipper. In an instant I had them open and stood so I could pull them off. Not wanting to delay my passion, I pulled her.