Well, they were not really miniskirts, neither of our moms would let us get any. But after dinner, we went into the restroom and each carefully rolled the waist a few times and carefully fastened them again, so the hem rose from below the knee to above it.Jack was a bold one, and he got the message I was being a bit more daring that night. And at about the time I heard Cheryl moan in the back for the first time, his hand was sliding up my inner thigh under my skirt. I peeked, and Matt already had his hand up her skirt and seemed to be searching for treasure.Jack was so much better than Robby, he had gentle hands and gentle fingers. I was having a hard time keeping my hips still, and his fingers on me through my panties felt amazing. I looked back, and I could see Matt's hand moving. I had a really good idea of what he was doing. And by how Cheryl had her head back he seemed to be doing a good job of it.It was only then I realized Jack had his fingers slipping inside my panties, but I. . rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a romantic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school late into the evening, lounging on the mats after practice with the girls, chatting about their chances of winning the next meet, what to expect on the chem exam next Friday, or why in the world the theater club had decided to do Music Man AGAIN despite the fact that they had absolutely no decent Harold Hill.For about a year that was it. No romances. No steamy kisses in the school boiler room. Nada. But then in his senior year three amazing things happened almost simultaneously: (1) he got an acceptance letter in the mail from MIT (Nerdvana!), (2) the team actually won the state championships, qualifying them to compete at the nationals in (gasp!) Honolulu that summer, and (3) he caught both Kate and Ilyana.
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