As summer approached, things were changing for Bobby. More busy than ever, he ran himself ragged trying to finish school, apply for even more scholarships, and get ready for graduation, all while keeping his growing business going. There was little doubt he’d be accepted into the local state university, but the letter of acceptance confirmed another hurdle had been jumped.

He was still getting referrals for new customers, including another ‘special’ customer. He was almost thankful that the weekly demands on his body diminished somewhat due to vacations, kids’ summer events, and even the weather, with frequent summer downpours delaying his arrival. 

When Mia returned for the summer, he didn’t get to see her for a couple of weeks because of his packed schedule. When he finally did, it wasn’t to pick up where they left off, but to say goodbye. He’d noticed her interest waning a bit the last couple of times they were together, but she waited till he was also done with school to tell him she had a boyfriend and didn’t feel right continuing to see him. They shared a tearful hug and kiss, feeling a bit of relief along with the sorrow. They’d truly enjoyed each other’s company in bed, but they had little else to base a relationship on and parted with genuine best wishes for each other.

The summer seemed to fly by with his busy work schedule, which had to be reworked a bit once he had his class schedule beginning in August.

One new demand on his time was welcomed as his best friend, Jason’s mother, leaned on him for the help Jason couldn’t provide, having gone away to school. They were neighbors and friends since elementary school, and he considered them family. He’d had a crush on Jason’s mom, Serena, even before the thought of sex entered into it.

His mom’s prudish reputation was well known among his friends, and to keep his extraordinary love life a secret from her and protect the privacy of his special customers, he let everyone believe he remained an inexperienced and hopeless lover. Only a year ago, that was true, but then Linda opened his eyes, and since then, he’d put them all to shame with his sexual prowess.

When Serena took him, quite literally, in hand, he just barely managed to keep his secret, reverting to his old clueless persona. It was a dream come true when Serena stuffed his hand in her panties, and he had to fight the urge to show her what he could really do. He’d fingered her to her orgasm, been jerked off for his, and had his cock ridden, with Serena believing she’d taken his virginity in the process.

He left her house that night with yet another secret to keep, hoping he’d get another chance with the ‘hot mom,’ Serena. He was sort of proud of the subterfuge he’d managed to pull off as he recalled his times with Linda, and his first lessons in sex.

In the days that followed, though, it wasn’t Serena who occupied his mind. The discussion with her about Mandy revived his regret at having missed his chance with her. She was so pretty and fun, and she really seemed to like him, but he’d blown his chance with her. She always looked so sad and barely acknowledged his presence when they crossed paths in school, and now she was away at school, likely attracting many guys’ attention just like Mia.

College was going well, and his one Bus Admin class was already providing knowledge he could apply to his business. He was comfortable on campus, feeling he belonged, even if he was at a second-rate university compared to the schools his friends attended. He managed to put those feelings of inadequacy behind him and focused on his studies.

Walking to his last class on a Thursday, he was heading toward the Commons, where crowds of students hung out between classes. Looking ahead, he thought he saw a familiar face heading his way, confirming it when she looked up. His already good mood instantly brightened as he stopped and waited for her to reach him.

“Hi, Mandy,” he said, and she looked up.

“Bobby?” she replied with a small smile.

“Yes! It’s so good to see you!” he said and pulled her into a warm, friendly hug.

“Oh!” she replied, startled by his embrace, responding with her arms around his waist. “It’s good to see you, too!” It brought back pleasant memories of him holding her like this in his strong arms. He held on for longer than she expected, and somehow, he felt different. He’d always felt tentative, or maybe uncomfortable, with shows of affection, but not now.

He pulled back from the hug, just enough to see her face, and recalled that look from over a year ago. She seemed genuinely glad to see him.

“I was just thinking about you a few weeks ago.”

“You were?” she said with surprise.

“Yes. It was a sad thought, thinking you were away at school. I’ve missed you!” he confessed.

“You have?”

She’d missed him, too, but wasn’t ready to reveal that yet. She’d really liked him, including his gentlemanly ways, though they’d become a source of frustration for her. While she didn’t appreciate the overt attentions she usually got from guys, she saw Bobby’s reluctance as a lack of interest in her.

“Yes, I …” he started, but putting a hand on her cheek, he kissed her tenderly.

When their lips separated, he looked into the beautiful, brown eyes he’d always liked. She smiled and put a hand behind his neck and pulled him in for another. ‘He does feel different!’ she thought; more confident.

“Oh! Wow! Um. I have to get to class, but …” she started.

“Have dinner with me tonight?” he practically shouted. “Please?” he added, not wanting to blow this unexpected second chance.

“Oh, Bobby! I’d love to!” she said, loving the smile that spread across his face and the kiss that followed.

“I’ll pick you up around six-thirty?” he offered, hoping he’d given himself enough time after his lawns to clean up first.

She agreed and was about to turn to walk away when he pulled her back in for the kind of kiss she’d never gotten from him before, leaving her a bit flustered – and hopeful. As they went their separate ways, both turned to look back at the other, smiling at the pleasant coincidence, before rushing off to their classes.

Mandy couldn’t get Bobby off her mind during her class, and realized on her way home, she’d not paid any attention to the professor. She’d never lost interest in him, and often compared the latest guy trying to get in her pants to her respectful, but hopeless Bobby.

“Hi, Mom!” she greeted her mother. “Gotta get my homework done! I have a date tonight!” she said as an explanation for not stopping to chat about the day as they usually did.

“Are you sure that’s wise on a school night?” she asked as she followed Mandy, still the watchful mom who hadn’t changed just because her only daughter was now in college.

“It’s with Bobby!” she replied excitedly, like that made all the difference.

“Bobby? From a year ago, Bobby?”

“Yes! I ran into him on campus! He’s going there too!”

“Didn’t you say you were done with him? That he didn’t appreciate you?”

“Yeah,” she said once she sat at her desk with her mom in the doorway. “I never really stopped liking him, Mom. He’s such a good guy, especially compared to all the other grab-ass guys I’ve dated since. You’re right that I felt like he didn’t really like me the way I liked him, but I think that’s changed!”

“He’s grown up some, then?” her mother asked, recognizing a young girl’s infatuation.

“Yeah! The way he hugged me? … and kissed me? It felt so different! He said he really missed me!”

“I’m happy for you, Mandy! What are you doing tonight?"

“He’s taking me out to dinner!” she said in a tone suggesting that alone proved how he’d changed.

“I’ll let you get your work done,” she said, kissing her daughter on the top of her head and leaving the room.

Bobby looked around the inside of his truck on his way to pick her up, hoping his quick cleanup was enough. It surprised him that he was more nervous about seeing Mandy than he’d been since his earliest lessons with Linda and Julie. That last night they were together, in his mom’s car, when she put his hand in her pants, ran like an endless loop in his mind. He really was a putz, as his Jewish friends often told him jokingly, but at the time, he really didn’t know what he was doing. His mother’s brainwashing was about all he had to go on, and even his friend’s predatory comments about girls seemed to support her theories.

Though he knew better now, he worried that he’d now far surpassed all his friends, and especially Mandy. He’d have to be careful about going too far, too fast, while avoiding the appearance of not being interested. Serena had taught him one important lesson: to pay attention to what a girl said and did, and take cues from her about what she wanted. At least he felt better prepared to read and act on those cues, should he actually recognize them with Mandy.

He arrived a few minutes early, and after a warm greeting from her mother, she left him in the living room to wait the few minutes until Mandy would be ready. His heart was beating wildly until he saw her enter the room, looking prettier than ever.

“Hello, Bobby,” she said softly, loving the look on his face that she’d put there.

“Oh, Mandy! Look at you!” he said as she did a gentle pirouette to show off. “You’re beautiful!”

Her usually messy hair cascaded in sun-kissed waves over her shoulders, framing her pretty face and bright eyes. A pale blue, silky blouse revealed just a hint of her smallish breasts, and just barely overlapped the dark denim jeans that hugged her hips and legs tightly, bringing to mind a phrase Mia had used: ‘casual elegance,’ and now he knew what it meant.

He held his arms out, and she melted into them, feeling that same confidence from earlier. His hand on her back, just above her butt, when he kissed her, almost had her wishing it was actually on her butt.

“You look pretty good yourself, Bobby,” she complimented him on his khaki slacks, tight (and sexy) black polo, and Topsiders. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you in something other than shorts and a T-shirt!”

“Shall we go?” he asked, putting his arm around her waist, guiding her out the door.

“Bye, Mom!” she called out at the last minute, not realizing her mother had been watching the two with a proud smile on her face.

“I always did like Bobby,” she said aloud to herself as they disappeared out the front door.

“So, how did you end up at SPC? I thought you were going away to school?” he asked once they were comfortably seated at a small Italian family restaurant.

“My dad lost his job, and while we’d saved the money for tuition, the cost of housing was going to be too much, so I’m going to SPC for the first two years at least. He’s got a new job, but the salary is much lower. We’ll see if I can transfer for my junior year.”

“I’m sorry. That must be hard on your family,” he empathized.

“We’re okay. How are you and your mom getting along?” she asked, knowing he’d been living with the same problem most of his life.

“We’re doing alright. Mom’s the same, and fortunately, my Dad’s not one of those deadbeat dads who reneges on the financial support he committed to. I’ve had to save money from my business and get a few small scholarships to cover the cost of college. I’m good for almost two years of school so far.”

“How is your lawn business? Doing well? Making your customers happy?”

“Oh, um, yeah,” he almost choked on the ‘happy customers’ comment. “I’ve got twice as many customers as I had last year, thanks to referrals from the ones I already had.”

Their conversation lightened as they recalled friends now away at college and funny events from high school. Faces and smiles warmed to each other as they both realized significant differences from their personal pasts.

Mandy’s changed impressions were perhaps the most profound as she felt that sureness from before and a comfort in his conversation with her, though he retained the modesty and kindness she’d always liked in him. The before-and-after characteristics combined were so unusual in boys their age, showing a maturity she readily warmed to.

Not realizing he was the one who brought about the change in Mandy, Bobby saw a heightened interest from her that fed his confidence, leaving him longing to hold her in his arms and show her how much he had to give. He was genuinely sorry for the situation that had them attending the same school, but he couldn’t deny the joy he felt in getting a second chance with her. He tried to avoid it, but a few times he found himself comparing her to Mia, the only other ‘girl’ he’d had any feelings for, and he found Mia wanting. He was happy that Mandy more than lived up to the idyllic memory he had of her.

They finished their meal, paid the check, and left the restaurant. Bobby opened the door to his truck for her, but before she could get in, he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Momentarily stunned by his overpowering display of affection, her arms wrapped around his neck, with one hand on the back of his head, mashing her lips against his.

“Oh my God, Bobby!” she said with an appreciative smile.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night!” he confessed.

“I’m glad you did,” she whispered close to his ear, then, holding his face in her hands, gave him another kiss, this one short and tender, before getting into his truck.

A short walk in a park that included a rest on a bench overlooking a lake, found them in each other’s arms, kissing again, both silently wishing they could do much more. Bobby parked in the street when he took her home somewhat early, since they both had early classes the following day, and Friday was one of his busier days with the lawns.

“Do you remember when we were last in this same place?” Mandy said with her beautiful, pleading eyes.

“I do – and I’m sorry, I was just …” he replied, about to explain how he felt that night.

“Don’t be,” she interrupted. When he leaned over the console to kiss her with his hand on her far shoulder, she accepted his lips and moved his hand to her chest, and sighed when his hand gently massaged her breast. “Bobby? Would you like to …” she started, pausing to take in his handsome and kindly face. “… to pick up where we left off that night?” she finished, moving his hand down between her legs. “Ohhh,” she sighed when his hand gently rubbed the warmth he felt through her jeans.

He wanted to be sure she knew he wouldn’t shy away from what she wanted, but on the other hand, he wished they were someplace else where he’d be able to show her, even just a little, of what he’d learned, wanting so badly just to please her.

“I’d love to, Mandy! Really! … but not like this, not here. Okay?” he phrased as a question, giving her the option.

“Yeah. Okay, I agree,” she replied with disappointment evident in her voice.

“I’d like to be someplace I can do more than just … just touch you with my fingers,” he explained.

“Oh, Bobby, you’re so …” she started, but wanted to avoid some harmless description like ‘nice guy’ that might suggest she didn’t want all he had to offer. “Oh God!” she gasped, his hand pressed harder to stroke the warmth and increasing dampness between her legs. “Okay, but when?”

“My mom plays cards on Saturday night, and it’s usually at someone else’s home, but I don’t know about this Saturday. I’ll call you when I know, okay?”

“Yes! Oh, I hope we can! Oh, yeah! Oh, God, Bobby!” she cried with his fingers still rubbing between her legs.

As their lips connected, tasting each other’s tongue, she reached over to stroke the bulge in his slacks, her eyes opening wide when she got a sense of his size.

“I’d better go!” she said when they separated, afraid she might give in now and spoil what he’d promised.

“Wait!” he said when she reached for the door handle.

He got out first and walked around to open her door and hold her hand as she stepped out onto the grass. They walked to her door, arm in arm, and her head resting on his shoulder in wonder about what a difference a day could make.

She thought she saw a curtain move in their front window when they arrived on her front porch. She smiled at her mother’s nosiness, but when they kissed in a tender, loving way, it wasn’t because they were being watched, but because she didn’t want her panties getting any wetter before she had to say goodbye.

She stepped through her door after another short kiss to see her mother sitting on the sofa. Mandy smiled broadly, and her mother knew it had been a wonderful night for her daughter.

“Hi, Mom! I had such a good time!”

“Yes, I can see that!”

“He’s still the sweetest guy, but different; like he’s grown up, matured. I’m probably going to his house on Saturday! I hope so, anyway. Goodnight, Mom,” she said, and her mother rose to give her a hug.

She hurried to her bedroom, stripped off all but her panties, threw herself on the bed, and with fingers in her pussy, she couldn’t believe how wet she was. “Oh God!” she whispered to herself as she stroked her wetness, imagining it was Bobby’s fingers. It had been a while since she’d done this, and with the added inspiration he provided, she came quickly and intensely, both surprising her. She was still breathing erratically when her phone rang.

“Hello, Bobby!” she answered, somewhat out of breath.

“Hi, Mandy! Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered in a bit clearer voice.

“We’re good for Saturday!” he said excitedly.

“And now I’m even better! I can’t wait! What time?”

“Do you want to come and have pizza with us?” he offered, with ‘us’ implying his mother would be there.

“Sure! I’ll get the pizza on my way over! About five? Or five-thirty?”

They agreed on five-thirty, hung up, and she went to her bathroom to get ready for bed. It was going to be really hard waiting almost two days. Classes on Friday might help pass the time, but she knew that Statistics, already a boring class, would try her patience and have her daydreaming.

She climbed into bed in a fresh pair of panties and one of the oversized T-shirts she usually wore, imagining a naked Bobby lying beside her. On her back, she lifted and spread her knees, picturing him lying between them, about to finally take her virginity. She didn’t know if that would happen on Saturday, but, recalling what she suspected was his large size, she wondered how that would affect her first time.

Reflecting on her chaste history, she worried how he’d react. Given her attempt to give herself to him a year ago, he’d probably assume she had more experience than she did. The fact is, she’d had hands on her tits and in her pants, but only one other boy had gotten in her panties. He’d been so inexpert and rough about it, she didn’t enjoy it, though she’d jerked him off to his satisfaction. Hand jobs were the extent of her giving, but she expected to offer Bobby so much more. She just hoped she’d measure up, having to admit she had no idea the extent of his sexual knowledge, except that, after tonight, she knew it was more than he had a year ago.

On her way with the pizza, she hoped she looked okay. She considered dressing more provocatively, but knowing his mother’s puritanical views, thought better of it. She certainly didn’t want her begging off her bridge night to supervise them, because she’d arrived looking less than suitable for her son. Her jeans were tight, but her top was rather plain in fit and color. She’d pulled her light brown hair back into a ponytail tied with a ribbon that matched her blouse.

“Hello, Bobby! I’m so happy to see you!” she said sincerely, his image never far from her mind the last two days.

“Mandy! So pretty as always!” he said, taking the pizza box and putting it on a nearby table, then offering his arms, which she fell into, looking into his eyes hopefully and sighing when he kissed her tenderly.

“I wanted to dress nicer for you,” she whispered with her head on his shoulder, “but your mother. Is she still …”

“Oh, yeah! Good idea, but it won’t matter later,” he whispered back, unaware of the twinge she felt in her panties.

“This must be Mandy!” his mother said, entering the room as they were still hugging.

“Hello, ma’am,” Mandy answered respectfully. “It’s good to see you again,” she added, fearing it lacked conviction.

“And you, Mandy. I do remember you. Such a nice girl!” she said as she did that fake cheek kiss thing. “A little late?” she added, ever critical.

“The pizza wasn’t ready yet. I had to wait almost fifteen minutes! I’m sorry!” she apologized, worrying how it would affect their night.

“No matter! I’ve got just enough time for a couple of slices before I have to go,” she finished, taking the pizza box and disappearing into the kitchen.

They ate rather quickly with a bit of conversation, his mom asking about her parents, how she was doing in school, and other harmless updates. Mandy’s answers seemed to satisfy her, and it wasn’t long before she was rushing out of the house, worried about being late to her game.

They finished their meal with even less conversation. She helped him clear away the dishes and deal with the leftovers, concerned that he didn’t seem as excited as she was. But after the last dish was put away, he turned to grab her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately. His hands slid down her back to her ass, with her moaning into his mouth as he ground his hips into hers, making her feel the bulge pressing against her mound.

“Now,” he said, pulling the ribbon out of her hair and running his fingers through it, “shall we pick up where we left off a year ago?”

“Oh God, yes! Oh!” she squeaked as he grabbed her hand and hurried her out of the kitchen into what was probably a bedroom, but had been furnished as a den or TV room. “How long will your mother be … Ohhh!” she’d started to ask as they entered the room, but stopped when he scooped her into his arms and kissed her surprised face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Moving carefully toward a sofa as the kiss continued, he finally sat with her in his lap, one hand on her waist and the other in her hair, with lips still interlocked in a tender embrace.

“You have no idea how much I …” he started, paused to collect his thoughts, and continued. “How much I wished for this even before you came to mind recently,” he finished, looking deeply into her eyes.

“I think I do,” she said quietly, having had similar thoughts and wishing he would take control and ravish her.

But respecting the ‘journey,’ he took it slower. He realized he had no idea who she’d been with, nor what they’d done, as they hadn’t even talked in a year, but based on what she’d wanted him to do last time, he assumed she’d gone on to get what she wanted and then some from others.

Lightly caressing her side, his hand moved up to her chest, gently fondling each breast in turn as he kissed her face and neck, even nibbling on her ear. She appreciated his gentle approach, such a contrast to the few boys she’d been with, where it was a constant battle to keep up with their exploring hands, but right now she wished he’d move a bit quicker. She’d be patient for a bit, but may have to accelerate things herself. His hand slipping up under her blouse was promising, sighing with pleasure and encouragement. Under her bra was another step in the right direction, but when he lingered there too long, she made her feelings known.

“Take it off, Bobby? Please?” she said as she sat up in his lap, straddling his thighs.

He smiled as he grabbed the hem of her pullover top and lifted it over her head, revealing a modest bra that completely covered her tits, confirming what his fingers had felt. He reached back to unclasp it and drew it forward, slowly unveiling what she considered small, but what he thought were perfect tits.

“You are so beautiful, Mandy!” he said as his hands brought ecstatic moans to her lips with each hand claiming a handful of soft and perfectly smooth flesh.

His tongue on her nipples was dreamy, but still, she wanted so much more and right now. She interrupted his breast worship just long enough to pull his shirt off and unconsciously lick her lips at the sight of his tanned, muscular chest. With her arms around his neck, she pulled them together, mashing her tits against him and kissing his lips, face, neck, and even his chest when they separated.

“I want you so bad! Just take me!” she whispered in his ear, then pulled back to read his face, encouraged by the predatory smile. “Oh, yeah!” she gasped when he grabbed her crotch and rubbed … hard.

“Stand up,” he said, still stroking her pussy through the humid denim and pushing a coffee table out of the way with his feet.

Sliding off the sofa to kneel before her, he maneuvered them in an about-face, and reached for the button on her jeans, feeling her fingers running through his hair spurring him on. The zipper came down quickly, and so did her pants. Leaving them pooled at her ankles, he looked up at her with a sexy smile, telling her he loved her tight, pink panties, with the slight bulge and huge wet stain in front.

“Oh! My! God! Bobby!” she gasped when he pressed his face into her moist crotch, kissing, nibbling, and licking her swollen lips through her panties. “Oh God! Don’t stop! Please!?” she begged as her hands and hips pulled him in.

In completely new territory, she felt like she might cum just from this alone. So enthralled with the one boy she truly wanted, it didn’t occur to her to wonder how he’d come so far from the clueless Bobby she knew just a year ago. Her body became even more animated when she felt his hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly, while his tongue pressed insistently against her pussy. She felt right on the edge when he suddenly stopped.

Reaching for her feet, he pulled each sandal off as he worked the leg of her jeans, getting a soft moan from a brief massage of each foot. Standing, he pulled her body against his, showering her lips and face with kisses while his hands on her ass again pressed her mound against the lump in his pants.

“I want to eat your pussy, Mandy! Would you like that?” he asked, his face close enough to hers to feel her breath.

“Uh-huh!” she squeaked, her mind blown at his immediate reaction to her request to ‘Just take me.’

“Sit down,” he said, having to direct her every move. “Good, right on the edge. That’s it!” He reached for the waist of her panties and started to pull them off. “Lift up,” he said, patting her hips.

Whimpering as she felt her panties slide down her legs and off, she was left completely naked with a boy for the first time. She was so close, her body quivered as his hands slid back up her bare legs, grazing lightly over her the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart until …

“Oh, Bobby! Oh, Bobby!” she chanted as she felt a finger slip easily into her wet slit.

“Mmm, so pretty!” he said, staring at her glistening pink lips, parting for his finger. He started at the bottom, reaching the top, through the soft patch of wispy light brown hair on her mound and back down again. Up and down, several times before a finger slipped inside at the bottom.

Disbelieving the wondrous difference between someone doing to her what she’d done so many times to herself, she lay back on her elbows, watching his fingers with fascination. There were two of them now, sliding in and out, and when another returned to her slit, she felt like she was right on the edge. Her eyes darted back and forth between his magic fingers and his eyes, smiling at her, so happy to be giving her so much. And then he leaned in …

“Oh my God!” she shrieked when he insinuated his lips between hers and licked.

Bobby was thrilled. He felt like he was giving her something she’d never had before, and while he doubted that was true, her eyes suggested it was a totally new experience. For the first time, he felt like an accomplished lover, giving someone he truly cared about a special gift.

“Oh, Bobby! Bobby!” she whimpered as he used only his mouth now, while she was incredulous that the climax she felt coming so long ago continued to build. She felt his hands behind her knees, and when he lifted them up and pushed them back, spreading her wide open, she was on a hair trigger, set off when he mashed his face into her pussy, licking and sucking with abandon, until she exploded, his face covered in her sweet nectar.

Her whole body trembled for a while, but when the quakes became mild shudders, she held her hands out to him. He reached out, slipping his hands behind her back, and pulled her up into a warm, comforting hug. He kissed her neck and shoulders as her head lolled on his shoulder, still feeling shuddering breaths against his chest.

“Oh, Bobby,” she said when she finally lifted her head off his shoulder. “That was incredible, unbelievable! I’ve never …” she started, but stopped, not sure she could continue her confession. Instead, she took his face in her hands and kissed him softly, tenderly, and smiled so sweetly when their lips parted. He brushed her seemingly always messy hair from her face and kissed her again, but this time more lustfully.

“Mandy, I’m just thrilled that you liked it so much. I hope it was …” he started.

“Bobby!” she interrupted excitedly. “No one’s ever done that to me before!” she confessed, the truth of her statement evident in her face.

“Really?” he asked, not doubting her, but still questioning the reality of it.

“Yes! Really! And it was … oh my God, it was magical!” she added and pulled him into a crushing hug. “I can’t wait for you to do it again!”

He couldn’t say how he felt if someone paid him to do it. That he’d been the first to give her something she’d never had and that he loved doing was indescribable. He began to think of all the other ‘firsts’ he might be giving her and seeing himself now as the teacher, rather than the student. When his mind hit on the other ‘first’ he hadn’t considered, he pulled back and held her face in his hands.

“Mandy, are you still a …” he stopped, afraid she might react badly.

“Yes, Bobby. I’m still a virgin,” she said with a gentle smile. “But I want you to change that! Right now, if you want to! I want to feel you inside me so badly!”

“Oh my God, Mandy! I want so much to do that for you!” with a sad smile.

“But not here and not now, right?” she said with only a slight disappointment, having seen this reaction coming.

“Yeah. It should be something special, something memorable between us! I can’t do that for you, for us, and then send you home alone!”

“I understand,” she said with a small smile and a single tear. “Oh, Bobby!” she cried when he pulled her into another hug that was both tender and passionate.

With his arms wrapped tightly around her, he was torn. He hated to disappoint her again, but he knew with certainty that it should be something given with kindness and love, not just a check on life’s bucket list. He wished she’d be the first for him too, but …

“Do you, Mandy? Understand?” he asked as their eyes darted back and forth.

“I do. It means so much to me that you’d feel that way, that you’d be so considerate. I’m sure it’s one of the reasons I feel the way I do about you!” she said, having found a way to hint at what she felt without saying it. The contrast to other guys was even more apparent, knowing that any of the guys she’d dated would have fucked her in a heartbeat had she made the same offer.  

“It doesn’t mean we can’t do more of this, does it?” she asked as her hand reached down to stroke the ever-present lump in his pants.

“No, it doesn’t!”

“You’re overdressed!” she said with a bitten lip and her fingers holding his zipper.

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