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My Best studies ever

... gentle touch. Just seeing the way the touch of mine, even with her guiding it, seemed to please her was an exciting lesson. Her breathing turned slightly shallower, eyes turning dreamy and little shudders up and down her body. “Samantha how many…I mean…how many…oh nuts…” I just could not get the question out of my mouth, yet she seems to know what I was trying to ask. I figured she was going to slap me or something, I mean that is not a question that should ever be asked, yet I had and now would catch Hades for it. “Benjamin you little cad,” she giggled and playfully smacked my chest, “I wound up going for a roll in the barn with my cousin last summer, I have other means of practicing than just the couple of times with him.” When I asked what she meant by ‘other means of practice’ she covered her dropping jaw with her hands, a real embarrassing blush coming over her face. Okay, now I definitely know something to never ask about again. I said such to her and apologized. She just gave a nervous giggle and shyly turned away; for some reason that made me feel happy, not for the embarrassment of the question, just seeing her look so cute. “Come on lets get out and dried off, I feel like I’m becoming a prune,” she said. Drying off I went to my room and got into some comfortable clothing – t-shirt and khaki shorts while bringing her a robe to replace the all too short she had wrapped herself in. I have to admit, I did enjoy helping her dry her hair out with a towel, and she sat on ...

... a cushion on the floor while I was on the couch. Looking out the window I could see that evening was encroaching on us, though it didn’t matter since her mom said she could stay over. “So what time do you have to be home tomorrow,” I asked her, just wanting to make sure there would be no complications with her mom. My parent’s explicit instructions to cause no problems with the neighbors coming back in force; and I did not want Samantha to get in any trouble either. Of course, just thinking of the freak show her mom would do if she knew what we were doing brought a grin to my face. “Actually Benjamin, mom had a talk with your parents before they left,” I just stopped all activity as my worst nightmares were flashing before my life. Most of them went along the lines of my dad proclaiming “you have a choice – swing from a rope until dead or being boiled in oil…” “Oh boy…what now…” was all I could get out. “Shish Benjamin you freak out way too easily,” she said while rolling her eyes heavenward, “they said I was welcome to come over and stay any evening while they were away; as they ‘trust you completely to follow the rules,’ and they explained them to me as well – no booze, no major parties, and no disturbing the neighbors, so I asked if three or four friends together would be too large of a group. Your dad just smiled and said no problem, as long as we kept things quiet for the neighbors.” “My dad said that?” I was stunned by the news. I never figured dad would let that ever ...