And to my way of thinking, Kelli was the ultimate Girl Next Door – and I’m sure you would have agreed, if you happened to be (as I was at the time) an athletic, fun-loving, mischievous fourteen-year-old boy. Her breath became shorter, and her sighs more frequent, and the pressure against my erection more constant, the circular motion against it more intense, and I found that my right hand was beginning to stray down from her breast to feel the tension of her hard, muscular abs. XXX She struggled — she squirmed — but I had won, and hung on by main force for another second or so, as was my right. “Wanna swim?” I haven’t mentioned that the previous year Kelli’s dad had put in a very nice 4-foot above-ground
