Not thinking anything about it, I put it into my pocket.At thirteen, Angie was not very different from all the other eighth graders.
Needless to say, since it was a saturday, I went with dad to help him.He did not try to get a finger into her pussy–though later that evening, while alone in bed, she thought about the episode with great excitement, ran her hands across her naked mound. Jackie’s mother greeted her with a smile and a letter when she returned home from high school in late January.It was Jackie’s sophomore year, and she had applied for a scholarship to study abroad.After doing this, we went down to the apartment itself, and knocked on the door.A woman, I’d say in her late twenties, answered the door.That summer, after school was through, Angie was sent to Wisconsin to visit her aunt.
This was more or less an annual affair, having happened at least twice before. She had a new boyfriend that she was trying to catch, so she frankly had not much time to think about a niece–who she did not really want around, anyway.
We told her that we had worked on the air conditioner, and wanted to check to make sure that it was cooling her apartment.
She invited us in, and let us go to the thermostat.
Interestingly enough, I went a number of times with my dad to his favorite hangout; a friend of his operated a gas station that was frequented by truckers.
So, by the age of 13, I had been exposed to every known word in the book, along with stealing some glances at the magazines that they had there.
Angie was invited, was excited at the prospect of being with the older kids.