When you are used to air-conditioning, a fan is simply not enough. I started with a sheet over me, wearing briefs and a tee shirt. Within the first hour, I was naked on the bare bed and still uncomfortable.
I was also erect. Being with Bonnie had re-lit my desire for her and being alone with her was torture. I had to control myself. Control my imagination. All those stories I've read are just that, stories. This is a dangerous craving. But I had to look.
The noise of the big fan covered the sound as I slowly moved to Bonnie's door over the wooden floor. That summer, I was too scared to try this. Our parents kept odd sleeping hours and I surely would have been caught.
The way the house was situated, the light of the full moon filled Bonnie's room. She always loved that. I approached her
