My excuse was 'I was just looking for my socks becuase I left them on your bed before we went to sleep and I am cold.' Slowly, I reached under his thick, warm blanket and felt around underneath to see where my hand was. I carefull poked his arm to make sure he was really asleep and thought of an excuse to why i was touching him if he woke up. The temptation was just too strong, I had to atleast try to touch him. After falling asleep for a few hours, I awoke around 3:00 and found him sound asleep. That night, he slept in his twin size bed and i slept on the floor next to it. He was a beefy built mexican, and he was a little chubby.
I was around the age of 14 and I was staying the night at my best friend's house.
