After School With Phyllis
When I was fourteen, we moved into a new neighborhood. This meant going to a new school and getting to know all new friends. I was in the seventh grade and had already learned a little about girls and what that wonderful little slit between their legs was good for. But I was still a little shy and hadn't had much chance to use my knowledge. I could see from the number of good-looking girls in my class that I was going to enjoy being there. Being the "new boy" in class I was the center of...