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pause, weighing this out. I can’t
deny how much I want it, though I’m slow to nod my head. “Ok, I
guess.”
    “Fuck yeah!” He smiles. “Lie back on the
pillows, ok?”
    I lie back and he looks me over.
    “It’d be a lot easier if you got naked” he
smiles, “but I’m guessing you’re not about to go for that.”
    I giggle and shake my head, biting my bottom
lip.
    “Then we’re gonna have to do this the middle
school way,” he nods.
    “What’s the middle school way?” I snicker
with raised eyebrows.
    “You can keep your clothes on, but open your
legs wide so I can get my hand in there easier,” he instructs.
    “Well, wait, what are you planning to do?” I
ask, my eyes wide with curiosity and a little apprehension.
    “I’m just gonna rub you on the outside, so
don’t freak out,” he says with a shrug like it’s so obvious that I
should have known it from the second he proposed this idea.
    I gulp and look away.
    “I can do it over your panties if you want,
but it’ll be faster if you let me go direct,” he explains.
    “I uh … um, I mean ...” I don’t know how to
respond.
    “Let’s try under the panties and then, if it
freaks you out, we can do over,” he offers. I nod. “I’m gonna need
to get you warmed up a little first, kid, so is it cool with you if
I kiss your neck and stuff?”
    I swallow hard and take a deep breath. Vivid
memories of Dave Keegan’s pool party and the incident a few months
ago come to mind. James kissed my neck both those times and it felt
hotter than anything I’ve ever done. The man knows how to turn a
girl on, I have to hand it to him.
    “I mean, it’d be ideal if I could take this
off because I know how sensitive your nipples are and it’d be good
to start out there,” he explains, tugging at the hem of my
nightie.
    “Um ...” I need to think about that. I want
this. Bad. Still, I’m worried that I’ll like it too much and that I
won’t be able to separate this from our friendship. I don’t want
him to be my boyfriend, but what if this changes that?
    “I just want to touch ‘em a little bit,” he
elaborates. “You know I fuckin’ love how hard your nipples get and
I know it feels good for you when I play with them. I wanna do
everything that makes you feel good because I need you to let go
enough to have an orgasm. A lot of this shit’s in your head, so you
gotta get really into it. So … shirt off, huh?”
    I pause and think it over. “Yeah, ok,” I nod.
“But, one thing,”
    “Uh-huh?” he smiles. I think he’s enjoying
this negotiation.
    “Can we turn off the lights first?” I timidly
ask.
    “You want the lights off? Why?” he replies,
snickering at my shyness.
    “I just, I feel weird about you seeing me
with my shirt off,” I meekly respond.

    “Why? I’ve seen you in bikinis and stuff. I
saw your tits for a couple seconds just now in the bathroom,” he
says like he’s genuinely confused about this.
    “I’m just ... I’m not pretty, James. Not like
those girls in your videos. If you really want me to take my shirt
off, that means you’re gonna see me. A lot of me. I’m
self-conscious because I know you won’t like it, since I’m not all
silicone and perky like they are.”
    He laughs loudly and shakes his head. “Are
you kiddin’ me?”
    “What?” I smile at his jovial reaction.
    “Lola, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever
seen. Why would you ever be self-conscious about anything? You’re a
knock out, kid,” he says with sincerity. “I’m actually totally
psyched to see you with your clothes off again. I think you’re
gorgeous and your body’s super sexy.”
    It’s blunt, but I can tell he’s being a
hundred percent honest. This isn’t just some line of bullshit to
get me to take my top off, he really means that stuff. It’s kind of
touching.
    I give him a subtle nod and he sits me up and
reaches for the bottom of my skirt. He gently removes it and then
looks down at my bare chest for a few