So, perfect, now I have a nosey thirteen year old girl snooping, just like my mother, around anything I do. I might even make up for what I did, it was kind of mean from her perspective. “Sometimes, I feel like girls know way too much about how guys think, and we don’t know enough about you.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I can tell you what would make me say yes.” she discreetly slips her hand under the waistband of my briefs (told you I’m a nerd). It’s not mine this time. I couldn’t help but push Allison onto it, but as she fell, her tight grip on my hand pulled me down with her. “I’m not the only one who should be pleased.”
“Don’t stop!” I insisted. I can tell, the smooth cool fingers which were just now clutching for warmth inside my left hand, are slipping away.
