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In the week following that problematic Circle Line tour, my attempt to play hard-to-get failed. Margery had easily seduced me ? more than once ? on the following Thursday.* I knew I was folding under the pressure of her charms.As a seventeen-year-old guy, and not a particularly physically impressive one at that, I was getting more sexual stuff than I had ever imagined I?d have at that point in my life. I doubted that many of my male senior classmates were doing so well. As a couple, we were going to get our share of what everyone else seemed to be doing.Yet darker thoughts came to me. She obviously enjoys chasing a guy and then catching him. What if she looks for a bigger challenge than I have been?I wondered about the ones who had supplied her with those explicit magazine layouts. I hadn?t met any of them yet; I didn?t even know how many of them there were down there around 211th Street.My imagination had always been an active one, and I thought that they may have noticed the changes in her, such as her new appearance and clothes and the biggest one of all, her new, confident attitude. Maybe they were already thinking about her hot mouth around their cocks. Maybe they also were thinking about another part of her body, one that hadn?t even been around my cock yet.I was aware that being her ?official? boyfriend held no guarantees. What did the term boyfriend even mean in the world we were living in? My new girlfriend was a lot more precocious, including sexually, than I had first imagined.I remembered those guys at the fast-food restaurant who had noticed her and how she had noticed them in turn. My fantasies turned away from those unseen guys on her block and went to a completely hypothetical young man, a junior possibly, at a place like Columbia University.Probably he?d be of a higher social status than us kids in The Bronx. Maybe he?d have more money to spend on her than I ever would. Possibly he already had a car, likely a used one, but I pictured it as being European. Not necessarily a BMW, but perhaps a Peugeot, which was still being sold in the United States. With a vehicle, he could take her much further afield on dates than I could. Then I could imagine them together in the back seat of his nice French car.I knew I shouldn?t torture myself with these musings, but I couldn?t seem to stop. Would a guy about twenty-one go for a girl approaching her seventeenth birthday? With Margery, of course he would. Wait a minute, she?s still my girl.I considered the ?sweet, normal,? and presumably more modest girl that she had mentioned as an alternative to herself. Sure, I?d have to sneak a few feels to get to her tits. Maybe I?d try to pry her knees apart if she was wearing a skirt and I wouldn?t get anywhere in my attempts to reach her crotch. Perhaps that was what teenagers were supposed to do to learn about love and life.With Margery, she had moved way beyond that and she was still moving. For the moment I?d have to ride her whirlwind.******That Sunday, for a short while, we were in the kitchen of my parent?s first-floor apartment. It was an unusually warm day for October. In the courtyard below us, a girl in a bikini was lying on a beach cot and sunbathing. The courtyard was open to the south because a house there had long ago been demolished and then never replaced.Margery noticed her and said, ?So who is that chick down there???That?s the super?s daughter, Lili Mancuso.??Okay, an Italian one I see, like you. How old is she???I?m only half Italian, remember? Anyway, she?s nineteen, I think.??So, with her little sunbathing stunts, she must Malatya Escort (http://www.escortbayanmalatya.org) be in your jerk-off rotation too.?I felt like saying, that is none of your business, but I knew I could do better than that. Instead, I would agree and amplify; I was learning that tactic. ?Yeah, in fact, she?s my second most popular girl for that activity.??Really? So who is number one???You are Margery, you must know that.?Fortunately, she found that funny. Then she went back to ragging on me. ?And three and four; they must be that Lenore and Susan you mentioned before.?I was struck that she remembered those names from my throwaway line of several days earlier. They were indeed classmates at my school and I had thought about them at times. I attempted to push back again by saying, ?Sure, but those are only two of my high school cuties.?Margery only nodded, and I could tell that my attempt to be cocky had fallen flat. She knew I only imagined those other girls, and it hadn?t made any impression on her.I mentioned Lili again. ?She has a boyfriend, you know. He drives over here and picks her up in his Corvette.?Mentioning that car was a mistake, because Margery said, ?A Corvette! Hank, you should get a sports car too.??I don?t even have a driver?s license yet.? Putting it that way made me look even weaker, less competitive in the dating race. What did she expect from a seventeen-year-old like me? Yet I hoped she would say, I was joshing with you, but she didn?t. Instead, she looked down at Lili again. The super?s daughter was a fairly tall girl, much taller than Margery, and she had long dark hair.I knew Margery was assessing both of us, and I don?t think I was being paranoid when I guessed what she was thinking. Hank, you wouldn?t have any chance with her. She had a little smile on her face.If that was her opinion, then it was obviously not a compliment. I remembered a topic I had wanted to bring up a few days earlier. As I looked out that window, I said in an off-handed way, ?So, what guys at your school have you thought about??I must have caught her by surprise with that. She just looked at me as if she didn?t know what to say. I continued with my topic. ?I mean, you ask me about the girls I think about. You even pointed out that one in the street a while back and told me to look at her.?Margery wasn?t smiling but I knew she was considering something. She crooked her finger at me and said, ?Let?s go in your room.?Once in there, she closed the door and we sat on the end of my bed. ?Hank, that is not a good topic to talk about, and you know it.?I wasn?t going to be intimated by her. ?So it?s okay for you to ask me who I fantasize about, but I can?t ask you the same thing?? I almost added, so who do you masturbate about besides those imaginary nuns?It seemed like I had already been blunt enough for her to get angry at me, but she didn?t, at least not overtly. ?You heard what I said; I don?t want to talk about it.?She had set up a test that was difficult to pass. I couldn?t just agree with her, much less apologize. The best quip I could come up with was, ?You certainly are cool under pressure.?That lightened her up, and she seemed tongue-in-cheek as she said, ?You certainly have seen that before, haven?t you?? Maybe she had interpreted what I said as agreement, although that hadn?t been my intention. Margery then put her arms around me and kissed me.?Hank, do you still care about me?? That was unusual in that she had rarely needed reassurance from me before.?Of course, I just got here ? I mean time-wise, less than two months ago.? Then I Malatya Escort Bayan (http://www.escortbayanmalatya.org) found an indirect way to get at that taboo topic. ?How about you; do you still care about me???Sure I do; you know that.? Then why did I have a nagging feeling, an intuition that she might be thinking differently?Margery pulled back. ?All right, just let?s not overdo this self-revelation thing.??Moderation in everything as that expression goes.?*******That night I was still bugged enough to imagine Lili Mancuso as my whack-off partner. She was on top of me, her bikini bottoms were on the floor and the top was pulled up to expose her breasts. I added a little detail; she was wearing white sandals. As Margery knew, I liked women to keep some footwear on during sexual acts, if only their socks.Just before I shot my load upwards, I whispered to myself, ?Take my cum, you little sun-bathing cock-tease. You must know that guys are looking at you when you?re lying out there.?Twelve apartments had a view of that yard. I can?t speak for the other tenants, but I certainly had looked down there several times during the previous summer.*******Margery called me during the week and said, ?Hey, on Saturday both my mom and sister will be out. So come on over here.?I was hooked. ?Really? How much time are we talking about???From twelve noon to at least eight. So we?ve got plenty of time.?I had only been in her apartment once before, and I had never had dinner there as she had in mine. Then she said, ?I?ve got something special cooked up for you, and it?s not food, for sure!?On that day, as soon as she opened the apartment door for me, I could grasp that she wasn?t acting like her usual self. ?Hey, Hank, it?s good to see you. Come on in.?She had a knack for presenting herself, almost like an actor, in various guises. First of all, she seemed too chipper, I?d call it. And she also made no attempt to hug or kiss me.Her outfit had some subtle clues that were different too. At first glance, her clothes weren?t that unusual. She was wearing a loose blue pleated skirt, a short-sleeved white blouse, white knee socks, and black leather shoes. Her hair was tied up with a blue ribbon in the back, a touch I had never seen her do before (At least it wasn?t pink.)The longer I was there, the stronger my impression of her act became. I?m such a good but innocent young girl. And she had a way to start the proceedings. She went over to the coffee table and made a sweeping gesture, ?Look at the snacks I?ve got for us today.? There was a tray there with Oreo cookies, and two glasses of milk.I said the truth, ?I don?t drink milk.??Then I can get some syrup for you.??That?s a lot of chocolate. How about just a glass of seltzer???If you want seltzer, then that?s what I?ll get.?She went into the kitchen and came back with my beverage. Then we sat down on the sofa with her to my right. I noticed that she kept some distance from me. Normally, she would have her body pressed up against mine, and her arm would be around my waist.She just sipped from her tumbler of milk. I guessed that she didn?t want a cookie in her mouth when she talked.?Hank, I?m so pleased that we have become BFF?s.? Since when did girls use that term for their boyfriends??Is that how you see me???Of course, look at all the fun times we?re spent together, like when we went on The Circle Line.? That day had been a bit strange, I thought. ?A lot of people would say that a boy and girl can?t be good friends, but we?ve proved that wrong, haven?t we???Yes, that is certainly true.? I hoped to get a hint of Escort Malatya (http://www.escortbayanmalatya.org) sarcasm in that, but if I did, she didn?t note it.The term ?prattling? was accurate for the way she was talking.* Her voice was pitched slightly higher, and she was speaking faster. ?I know a lot of guys would try to take advantage of the situation ? I mean with me ? but you?re so nice that you wouldn?t think of getting forward with your dear friend.?Yeah, I?m a nice boy all right. But I?d still like to ejaculate into your mouth. In fact, I had been considering how to physically escalate our affair. Never rest on your laurels.?You said, forward???Yes, what they used to call getting fresh. I mean you wouldn?t try to touch me in inappropriate ways.?I knew for sure that she had some gimmick lined up for that day. Then she pulled another surprise. ?Since we have the whole afternoon, we have time to play Monopoly.??Monopoly???Yes, we can play right here on the floor.? Fortunately, it was carpeted so it wouldn?t be too uncomfortable. ?Help me lift this thing out of the way.?She meant the coffee table, so we each grabbed an end and moved it, tray, cookies, milk, and all.?Let me get the game box, it?s right over here.? While she got it from a bookcase I thought, why can?t we play this on some table?But Margery retrieved the box and we both sat on the floor. The entire game was then soon set up by her next to us, money, houses, hotels, everything. ?Which marker would you like???Probably the race car is my favorite.?I?ll go with the cute dog.? She held it up. ?Woof! Woof!?That wasn?t my first time with the game, but I definitely wasn?t a fan of it. Everyone knew how slow-paced it was. The spring before, I had read One Flew Over the Cuckoo?s Nest, and Monopoly had figured significantly in the plot. It seemed perfect for psych wards. Or prisons. Or any place where the inmates had to kill off huge amounts of time.I had better get something really good out of this.I sat crossed-legged, while Margery had hers on their sides, flat on the floor. One leg on was on top of the other. Her skirt was pulled down over her knees. I got to roll the dice first, and we were off on our board game adventure.Her timing was good. We went on for about seven or eight minutes, just long enough for me to get complacent with the pace of it. I had even bought my first two houses. Then her right leg stayed down, and her left one went up at an angle with only her foot on the floor. Her skirt fell back, and I had a perfect view of her crotch and the panties covering it. But man, what panties! They were blue and seemed rather ample, but the nylon was so sheer that I could see right through them. Her public hair and vulva were quite visible.I had already seen her white version of that garment, and I knew she also had a black one. Obviously, she had done some further shopping. She must have wanted me to have a good, long look, because she pretended to be engaged with some strategy on the game board.When she was finished showing off, she looked up at me, and said, ?On, my!? Her legs clamped together and she pulled her skirt down to cover her body. ?You naughty boy, you were looking up my skirt!?I was completely honest with her. ?It would help if you didn?t flash yourself like that.??I was not flashing you! It was completely inadvertent.?A different approach from me seemed necessary. ?Your underpants are virtually transparent, as you must know.??What kind of underwear I have on is none of your business.??It?s still very nice underwear, I?d say. And I think I know why you have it on.??Well, it wasn?t to impress you.? She huffily folded her arms. ?You?re turning out to be like all the other guys I?ve met. You all want to take advantage of a girl's good nature.?I knew how to respond. ?The underwear wasn?t necessarily for my benefit; it?s for yours too. I think you feel sexier while wearing it.?