When I was in eighth grade I had this 'thing' for this guy.
That weekend was the biggest event of our Middle school years, the 'Senior' trip to the Outer Banks in NC. We would be staying in a nice hotel and would miss about four days of school. I was totally excited.
I am an avid fantasiser, so in the weeks leading up to the trip my mind began to wonder. 'What will he say to me?' I would ask myself, by this time it was well known that he liked me too.
The night before we left I trimmed up a bit 'down there' just in case. Anyway, it was dark on the bus and the ride was long. I needed some company so I slid back a row and crossed into the other seat with my crush. He said that he wanted to talk to me about something. Boy did we talk. Our conversation covered many things and by the time we got to the hotel we had made secret plans to visit each other. This is probably a good time to mention that our rooms were going to be 'taped, so we will know if any one tries anything'.
The second day of the trip was an awesome all day beach trip. Dally( as I will now refer the crush as) was in a pair of very handsome board shorts cut just below the knee, with a bright print of green Hawaiian type flowers. As he waded out into the water these shorts began to stick to him. Dally had, as far as I could tell, a pretty good gift of manhood. I will only say that the water at my waist wasn't the only thing getting me wet. I will continue the saga at a later date because I have an IMPORTANT End of Course Exam coming up and I hear my prudish room-mate at the door.