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“Umm, what?” I balked. I was still topless from the hot tub, and my swim trunks were my only article of clothing. I’d never been completely NAKED in front of any of the Pretty-Young-Things girls before.

Uchechi leveled her gaze, giving me an expectant look. But now it was my turn to have a deer-in-the-headlights expression, and with a sigh, she reached behind her back, unclasped her bikini top, and tossed it away.

I must have blanked out for a second, because the next thing I knew Uchechi stood before me, completely topless, with those gravity-defying massive 36DD breasts proud and bare before me. This wasn’t a quick 5-second flash with her friends. Sam’s bikini top was nowhere to be found, leaving absolutely nothing to impede my view of those fabulous bosoms capped with puffy pink nipples. and this time when she repeated, “Take your trunks off,” I immediately dropped trou.

Uchechi grinned, quite pleased with my reaction, as she knelt on the couch by my side. She held my head in her hands and leaned forward, initiating a kiss not unlike the ones she gave me in the parking lot after school. Only this time, she didn’t stop kissing me, and her hands didn’t remain on my head.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned into her mouth when she circled her fingers around my throbbing dick.

Uchechi giggled and kissed me again. I was consciously aware of her naked tits pressing into my right shoulder, but I made no move to grab them. I’d been well-trained not to initiate something like that unless the girls started it first.

Uchechi and I only made out for about a minute before the other girls caught on. “Wait-wait-wait,” Anna complained shrilly. “-I- called ‘next’ in the hot tub!”

“And I was after her!” Precious complained.

Uchechi broke our lip-lock andlooked pointedly at both girls. “So sit down,” she said, gesturing to the couch.

Left-handed Anna took the open spot on my other side, grinning widely. She started to look nervous when Uchechi stopped stroking my shaft and instead held it out to her best friend. Blinking rapidly, the tall, slender Polish model-type uneasily took my dick into her hand, holding it extremely gently as if it were an eggshell.

“It’s not gonna break,” Uchechi intoned with amusement. “You can squeeze him pretty hard.”

Still blinking rapidly, Anna closed her fingers around me more tightly, and even if she wasn’t pumping my prick, the mere idea of this being the first time the pretty brunette had ever held a cock in her hand gave me a surge of pleasure.

She turned to look at me, fear evident in her irises. I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me, urging me to reassure her. So I cradled Anna’s cheeks in my hands and murmured, “It’s so fucking hot to have you holding my dick.” and then I leaned in for a kiss.

Anna moaned when our lips met. Her hand tightened around my cock. and as the pleasure of our kiss built, she started stroking.

Meanwhile, Uchechi got up and let Precious take her spot. The lovely Rita started by rubbing my pectoral muscles and abs while bending over to kiss my shoulder. I breathed in deeply and pulled away from Anna, turning to Precious and giving her an inviting look. She was quick to take me up on the offer, grabbing my head and searing her lips across mine. Soon we were making out with the same kind of fervor she’d shown yesterday in Christy’s bed.

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She was quick to take me up on the offer, grabbing my head and searing her lips across mine. Soon we were making out with the same kind of fervor she’d shown yesterday in Christy’s bed.

Chidinma was suddenly on my left side as Precious took over pumping my cock. After Precious had her fill, she handed me off (literally), and once again I got a little thrill out of the idea that one of my friends was holding a dick in her hands for the first time.

Kissing Chidinma was always fun, but also a little ... weird. She was a pretty girl and I’d had many fantasies about running my hands over her beautiful body, but we’d also grown up together and I still had memories of us running around the soccer field in elementary school. She enjoyed teasing me and playing with my body as a safe way of exploring her sexuality, but I never felt the kind of heat from her as I did from some of the others, and not for the first time I wondered if my erstwhile best friend was actually a lesbian.

that said, I couldn’t imagine a lesbian grabbing my dick and stroking it with such gleeful abandon.

“Careful there, Chidinma,” Christy intoned with a chuckle. “You keep that up and you may end up with yucky sperm on your hand.”

Chidinma let go of my dick immediately and stared at it with saucer-shaped eyes, wondering if it indeed was about to go off.

Uchechi laughed. “Relax, he doesn’t look anywhere near cumming yet.”

“Is it my turn again yet?” Maryam asked impatiently.

Uchechi gestured as Precious vacated her seat. “Go right ahead.”

“But Christy hasn’t gone yet,” Precious pointed out.

My eyes immediately went to Christy’s. Everyone else’s eyes started yo-yoing back and forth between us. The awkward tension that had formed between us over the past few weeks had become pretty obvious, and this moment wasn’t exactly relieving that tension.

“Go ahead, Tonia,” Christy said after a pregnant pause. Her words were for Maryam but her eyes were on mine.

Fortunately, Maryam didn’t care whether or not Christy and I were feeling awkward tension. She was happy to take over, and better yet, mid-kiss she untied the bows of her halter-top bikini, tossed aside the flimsy fabric, and pulled my mouth down to her pale pink nipples instead.

“Tonia!” Uchechi scolded.

“What? Precious did this already, didn’t she? We’re still ‘in balance’. Michael sure looks happy.”

I was happy. I was sucking away at Maryam’s freckled Double-D tits with abandon, fearing Uchechi might change the rules and suddenly take them away. I’d wanted the Ghanaian redhead’s breasts in my mouth the very first time I ever saw them, and that desire had never gone away.

Even if nothing else happened for the rest of the afternoon, at least I could say I finally got my lips around her puffy pink nipples. But Uchechi just frowned and walked away for a minute, looking thoughtful. and eventually Maryam pulled my face off her boobs and started kissing me again.

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Even if nothing else happened for the rest of the afternoon, at least I could say I finally got my lips around her puffy pink nipples. But Uchechi just frowned and walked away for a minute, looking thoughtful. and eventually Maryam pulled my face off her boobs and started kissing me again.

After that, the whole order of who was “next” got lost, and the girls just started trading off as soon as one of their friends chirped that they wanted another turn.

Uchechi apparently agreed that the girls were still ‘in balance’ and let me suck on her big tits as well, and I nearly came just from the excitement of doing that for the first time. Chidinma, too, had been curious about what my mouth on her tits would feel like and pulled her top down just low enough to expose a nipple for me to latch onto. From the yelps she made she certainly seemed to enjoy herself. But the other three girls kept their tops on, even Precious. Even though she’d let me nurse at her nipples yesterday, perhaps the pressure of being surrounded by her friends made her less comfortable than she’d been yesterday when it was just me and Christy.

Speaking of uncomfortable, I assumed that’s how Christy was feeling. She’d clearly been uncomfortable with the changes happening between her friends and me ever since I became the Pretty-Young-Things’s boyfriend. But I’d been too busy having fun with those changes to really want to stop. So it was a complete surprise to me when she suddenly joined in. Precious and Anna had me distracted, and then suddenly Ilooked down to see my “little sister” looking up at me with an expression of can’t-stop-me now mixed with please-don’t-be-mad-at-me.

Her small hands weren’t big enough to completely cover my cock. She started pumping them both up and down the way she’d seen the others doing it, bent over, and for a heartbeat I thought she’d actually put me into her mouth. I knew she’d fantasized about doing so quite a lot, even if I tried hard not to think about it myself.

I was certainly thinking about it now.

“Okay now he looks like he’s about to cum,” Uchechi chuckled while I clenched my teeth and tried valiantly to not let that happen. Thankfully for everyone involved, I did succeed in holding my ejaculation at bay.

But Christy didn’t kiss me. She didn’t even try. She knew I still considered kissing like that to be intimate, at least with her. Perhaps she considered herself lucky I’d let her participate this much and didn’t want to push her luck. When everything was over at the end of the night, I did ask her, “What did Precious say to you to get you to change your mind?”

Christy just gave me a mysterious smile and said, “Maybe I’ll tell you someday, but not today.”

At the time, Christy only jacked me off with both hands for a couple of minutes before letting Uchechi take over. Then Chidinma chirped, “Oooh, oooh. Iwant to try again,” and I surrendered myself to the blissful sensations. It had been an enthralling afternoon, but all good things must come to an end.

By now I had three girls surrounding me at all times: one on each side and one on the floor in front of me. I added a fourth when Maryam stood behind the couch and leaned over to kiss me while Anna and Precious sandwiched me between them, with Uchechi kneeling on the floor stroking my shaft. Maryam, Anna, and Precious started passing my head between them every three seconds or so, shoving a succession of tongues into my mouth one after the other before their friends physically rotated my head away.

I started grunting into Precious’s mouth as the pleasure built and built inside me. Uchechi recognized the tension in my abs, and she suddenly sped up her strEmmas. “He’s gonna blow soon,” she told the girls.

Precious broke our kiss and turned to look, watching the busty blonde’s hands twisting and pulling at my prick. I watched as well, taking in Sam’s eager expression and the way her lips parted as if in anticipation of swallowing my load.

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I watched as well, taking in Sam’s eager expression and the way her lips parted as if in anticipation of swallowing my load.

“How do you want me, Michael?” Uchechi asked in her alluring Aussie accent, eyes twinkling. Youwant to cum on my face? Or do you want me to swallow it? Or maybe ... hmm ... I’m thinking you’d love to bust your nut all over my big boobies, huh? Would you like to shower me with your sperm in front of all our friends? Can you imagine blowing a big load right into the valley of my supple, naked breasts? that’s a good idea, actually. Hang on a sec.”

My eyes went wide as Uchechi bent forward, grabbing hold of both her boobs to try squishing them around my cock. The upright rod actually got knocked out of the way at first, and Anna reached over to hold my mushroom head and keep it in place so Uchechi could finish wrapping her tits around my shaft. But once she had my throbbing rod enfolded in her titflesh, Uchechi flicked her eyes up to mine and hummed erotically as she began to hump her chest up and down.

“Holy crap,” I moaned. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

Uchechi chuckled musically. “actually, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea. Hope I live up to your expectations though. I’ve seen this in porn but never actually done it.”

I shook my head slowly. “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried. Holy crap, Sam. Oh my goodness ... I’m gonna ... I’m gonna...”

It didn’t take long. Primed as I was from the girls jacking me off for close to half an hour, plus the girls making out with me one after the other, plus occasionally sucking on Maryam’s, Sam’s, or Chidinma’s big boobs, I was ready to blow. Getting my first ever titfuck (and Sam’s first, too) was just icing on the cake. and as soon as I started visualizing my engorged cockhead spitting wads of creamy cum all over the busty blonde’s chest, I started doing just that.

“Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I groaned as my dick erupted. The first two shots actually fired hard enough to splatter onto Sam’s face, one just beneath her left eye and the second across her lips and chin. She hunched over a little more after that, so that the third shot impacted underneath her chin. The rest lost power and merely coated the upper slopes of her chest before all of the cumwads started trickling downward with the force of gravity, the ones on her face literally dripping down onto her spectacularly big boobs.

My hips bucked and shuddered, trying their best to keep fucking Sam’s cleavage all through my orgasm. But eventually I collapsed and went limp, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. Uchechi pulled her tits off my dick and sat back on her heels, smirking in smug satisfaction. and then to her surprise and everyone else’s, Anna suddenly tackled her onto the floor, licking up cock cream from her best friend’s boobs before sealing her lips over Sam’s and feeding my sperm directly into the blonde’s mouth.

“Anna!” Chidinma exclaimed, scandalized.

“Omigawd!” Maryam squealed giddily.

“Holy crap that looks enthralling,” Christy moaned.

Uchechi and Anna froze mid-moan and mid-kiss. Clearly they had both been really into it, and I wondered (not for the first time) if the pair of them had ever made out with each other before. Given Anna’s self-professed virginity, I imagined this was the first time they had done so with someone’s sperm on their lips, although admittedly I couldn’t be sure. They sat up and glanced back at us, Anna blushing fiercely and covering her face with both hands in disbelief she’d lost control and done that.

“Don’t mind us,” Precious intoned seriously. “If you want to keep kissing her, go right ahead.”

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“Don’t mind us,” Precious intoned seriously. “If you want to keep kissing her, go right ahead.”

now Chidinma’s scandalized expression was directed at Precious. But I didn’t have time to think about them any further as Maryam literally vaulted herself over the couch’s backrest and into Anna’s vacated seat. She grabbed her left breast and shoved her nipple into my mouth before seizing my head with both hands. and in a raspy voice just bursting with sexual need, she growled, “I am not going home until you spray your cum all over ME.”

“Hey, Michael?” Christy called. “Can you help me zip this up?”

It was the Saturday before Halloween, and even if kids wouldn’t be trick-or-treating tonight, the members of the Pretty-Young-Things were all dressing up for a party. There would be alcohol involved, so rather than let the girls drive themselves individually, I was going to pick them all up in my minivan and refrain from drinking myself so I could drive them all back home at the end of the night.

Christy had come over to my house already dressed in her costume: Jane from Disney’s animated Tarzan. She had a yellow dress including the structured butt-bustle, white gloves, and a purple cravat with a white collar. A safari hat and yellow parasol completed the outfit, but the dress was super tight up the back (it wasn’t designed to accommodate her bigger-than-normal bustline), and she couldn’t quite get the zipper closed.

I turned away from the mirror as Christy walked into the bathroom. She spun around and I took hold of the back of the dress, tugging it closed and hooking it together. Christy gasped a little, as the top was pretty tight, and I paused to ask, “You sure this is the right size?”

“It’s fine,” she replied with shallow breaths. “Girls are used to suffocating themselves for the sake of beauty.”

“You already know I think you’re gorgeous,Christy No need to make yourself uncomfortable to convince me.”

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Christy smiled and rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to impress you. I need to look good for everyone at this party.”

I shrugged. “Your funeral.” Getting a tight grip of the zipper, I managed to slide it all the way up to the top. Christy held her chest and fought to get used to the constriction, reacting as if I’d put her into a corset.




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“Holy crap,Christy Precious’ll be here any minute!”

“Then shut up and let me finish!”

Suiting action to her words, Christy wasted no time getting her mouth around my rapidly-expanding erection. My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Precious’s car parking in the driveway.

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My jeans were around my ankles as I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Precious’s car parking in the driveway.

Of course, I needn’t have worried that much. The front door was locked and Precious would never just barge in unannounced. Even if she came early, we’d have plenty of time to get my dick back into my boxer shorts and make myself presentable while Christy headed downstairs to let her best friend into the house. But there was just something so ... wrong ... about what we were doing that even the slightest percentage chance of discovery was enough to send me into paralyzing panic attacks.

I shouldn’t have this fear. I’d never before FELT this kind of fear because I’d never before had anything to HIDE. All my life, the girls had teased me and messed around with me and the worst thing anybody could catch me doing was masturbating within the safety of my big, empty house. Big deal.

But now? now I was in Christy’s room getting a fucking Mouth Gig from the literal girl-next-door I’d grown up with all my life ... and none of her so-called best friends even knew about it!!!

Yes, we were hiding our blowjobs from the Pretty-Young-Things.

I couldn’t believe we were hiding our blowjobs from the Pretty-Young-Things.

Shit, I still couldn’t believe I was even GETTING blowjobs.

And I REALLY couldn’t believe I was getting blowjobs from Christy.

I’d been getting a lot of blowjobs from Christy, actually. For someone who hadn’t even toUchechid a penis for her entire life up until a couple of weeks ago, she was certainly making up for lost time.

I’d wEmman up that Sunday morning after the Halloween party slightly hungover but with perfect memory of everything that had transpired. that’s when the guilt came in, the mental angst of letting the little girl I’d grown up with commit such a debaUchechid, depraved act making me feel lower than a horse turd. and her declaration of love at the end? What was that about?

I hadn’t been able to sleep in as I usually did on Sunday mornings, so I’d remained awake in bed for over an hour, agonizing over the previous night’s activities until I finally got up and started my morning routine. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen to start making breakfast for myself.

Mother was used to getting up before me and then either making brunch or driving us out to a restaurant. She was surprised to find me up and about before her, but she accepted my offer to make her breakfast as well. We made small talk during the meal and I doubt she had any clue what kind of mental turmoil I was in. She simply didn’t know me well enough to form a baseline for comparison. In the end, she started reading the business section of the newspaper while I returned to my room to change clothes and get ready for the day.

I’d waited until noon before walking over to Christy’s house. Her dad let me in and gave me a warm hug hello. I almost couldn’t hug him back, wracked with guilt for letting down this kind-hearted man who had been more of a parent to me than either of my biological gene-donors. How could I face him knowing I’d defiled his only child in such a degenerate manner? But Christy was super-happy to see me, and if she recognized the mental turmoil I was in, she didn’t let on. She simply turned and hopped up the stairs, leading the way into her bedroom while I followed, and closed the door behind me.

I knew Mr. Obi wouldn’t come to check on us. If any other boy had been alone in the room with Christy, you’d better believe the door would’ve had to remain open, but this was me. Michael. The son he’d never had. I’d been alone with Christy behind closed doors ever since the two of us learned how to close a door. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

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Michael. The son he’d never had. I’d been alone with Christy behind closed doors ever since the two of us learned how to close a door. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

not that Christy cared about how I was feeling. Strike that. She very much cared, she simply didn’t have any intention of respecting how I was feeling. To that end, she parked me on her bed, climbed into my lap, tenderly held my head in her hands, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

“Christy,” I groaned, prying her face off mine. “We need to-- mmph!”

She’d cut me off with a kiss.

So I pried her off again. “I’m serious. We nee-- mmph!”

Again, she cut me off.

So I pried her off again. “Christy, seriously. Last night ... oh holy crap ... Mmph!”

I’d been wearing comfortable Adidas track pants, nothing fancy, with a super-stretchy waistband. So it had been easy for Christy’s hand to slip down and grab hold of my cock, which she started squeezing and stroking while she once again sealed her mouth on top of mine.

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back across her bed while Christy and I made out with a fury. Every time I tried to break the kiss, her hand tightened a little more around my rapidly-elongating shaft. Every time I tried to say something, she kissed me a little harder and what little mental processing capacity I had available for verbal communication got reassigned to sexual stimulation.

Perhaps two minutes later, Christy finally broke for air, slid down the bed, and pulled my track pants and underwear with her. “Keep it down,” she hissed. “Unless you want my dad to come find us with your dick in my mouth.”

I kept quiet. My dick was already in her mouth.

Five minutes later, I sat up against Christy’s headboard, breathing hard while she snuggled up against my right side. Her hand was beneath my shirt as she rubbed my chest, a silly smile on her face as she enjoyed having a belly full of my cum.

“Mmm ... tasty...” she giggled.

But once I caught my breath, Ilooked down at her and breathed in deeply, all the guilt and mental anguish returning to my beleaguered (but no longer distracted) brain. “We need to talk.”

“I’m done talking to you about this,” she said wearily, with a look that suggested she’d rather do anything than have another ‘talk’. “I really do love you, but I hate going in circles about the same fucking thing. I’m not your little sister! Bleep, I’m a month older than you! Get this in your head: We’re not related! I understand that we grew up together, and that you have a mental conflict about sexualizing me. But I really don’t think you’d have this problem if I was 5’10” with Sam’s boobs. When I complain about you not fantasizing about me because I’m a little shorty compared to everyone else, there’s more than a kernel of truth there.”

I breathed in deeply. “It’s not that you’re a shorty, although I’ll grant that if you were 5’10” I might be a little less protective of you. I just ... I can’t...” I trailed off.

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I breathed in deeply. “It’s not that you’re a shorty, although I’ll grant that if you were 5’10” I might be a little less protective of you. I just ... I can’t...” I trailed off.

“Come ON, Michael.” Christy shook free of my arm, sat up straight, and pivoted around to face me. “I literally have your sperm soaking into my stomach right now. What’s it gonna take for you to see me as a woman and not some little girl who needs your protection?”

“I DO see you as a woman! You think I don’t know you’re freaking hot and uber sexy?”

She crossed her legs into a lotus position and grinned at me. “You think I’m ‘uber sexy’?”

My heart broke. “I’ve thought you were uber sexy since we were twelve. Back then, I was your little brother. But I had such a crush on my big sister.”

Christy frowned. “You did?”

I nodded. “But I was the little dweeb next door who kept wanting to tag along wherever you went. You got sick of it and asked your dad once if he could make me stop coming over.”

“I did NOT.”

I nodded. “One of the most traumatizing moments of my life.”

Waving her hand, Christy said dismissively, “I’m pretty sure I was just overreacting to something. I never would’ve actually wanted you to stop coming over. You were my Michael.”

“Perhaps.” I shrugged. “The point is: when everybody else started wondering who had the biggest boobs in junior high: Uchechi or Precious, I didn’t even care. All I wanted back then was you.”

“And now you get to have me. Well, not exactly have me,” she clarified quickly. “I do love you, Michael, but I’m not breaking up the Pretty-Young-Things for us. I’ve always enjoyed the teasing and flirting and messing around, but we’re not gonna start dating. I couldn’t take you away from the other girls.

But I’m getting sidetracked. What I don’t understand is: If you’ve been crushing on me since we were twelve, why the hell have you kept me at arm’s length all this time?”

“I’m ... I’m...” I started twice, thinking that if I just started talking the words would come out on their own. But they didn’t, and I rubbed my forehead while shaking my head. “I don’t know exactly. I know the reason I’ve told myself for all these years, but right now I’m starting to think I’ve just been lying to myself to cover up the pain.”

“What are you talking about?”

I shrugged. “I couldn’t have you back then. You were all I thought about, and not even in a sexual way. Even today I can’t quite put my finger on it. You were best friends with Precious and you hung out with a bunch of cute tween girls. I was best friends with Chidinma and we played sports and card games like Magic.

Our two social circles did not intersect in the slightest, but every day I got to come home and hang out with you, and spending those few hours with you between the end of school and dinnertime was always the highlight of my day.”

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Our two social circles did not intersect in the slightest, but every day I got to come home and hang out with you, and spending those few hours with you between the end of school and dinnertime was always the highlight of my day.”

Christy glanced around her room, a smile on her face as she reminisced about those days. “Yeah, we had fun back then.”

“You’d been my playmate since we were little. Building pillow forts out of the couch cushions,” I said with a small chuckle.

“Playing make-believe with our LEGOs,” she giggled. “Your pirates always wanted to attack my princess castles for some reason.”

“Just running around the backyard with nothing but our imaginations.”

“Teaching you to bake chocolate chip cookies.” Christy shook her head. “You never did catch on very well.”

“I always wanted to follow the measurements on the box precisely.”

“When a true baker knows how to tweak things a little to make it just right.”

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand. “There was nothing remotely hormonal or sexual about it, but I was in love with you back then. I wanted to spend every waking moment possible with you. I dreamed we’d fall in love and get married one day after we both grew up, the classic girl-next-door romance from the movies, you know? But then in ... eighth grade ... I think? You started crushing on Taylor Guazelli.”

“Who?”

“You seriously don’t remember Taylor Guazelli?”

I shook my head. “You didn’t care whether or not I was around – I was the invisible brother at that point. You whined and complained to Precious and your other little girlfriends about how he walked past you in the hallway and didn’t even look at you. You thought you were gonna die.

"You described in great detail how he was such a hunk, defining qualities that did not resemble me in the slightest. and I convinced myself then and there that I would never get to be with you. Precious even said one time that I was getting pretty cute, but you dismissed her comment immediately saying that -I- was like a brother to you.”

Christy frowned and gave me a strange look. I had paused, so she led me with a somewhat impatient, “And then what?”

I wasn’t a hundred percent sure myself, but I thought back to the way I’d felt back then, thought really HARD and tried to will myself to bring such old memories back into clarity.

I don’t know if I succeeded or if I was just drawing new conclusions from old data, but after a few more seconds of trying to make the puzzle fit in my brain, I said, “I think ... I think ... I think that’s when I decided I could never consider you as a potential partner because you were like a sister to me.

Rather than let myself be hurt by rejection, I just ... categorized you as out of bounds. It was easier to believe than continue to hope you’d eventually see me as man but be perpetually disappointed.”