I became friendly with the teenage daughter of my close friends. She kind of treated me as a surrogate dad since she did not feel that close to her mother's second husband. We'd go for walks and talk when my wife and I would visit her parents. She told me that she had never kissed a boy and wondered what it was like, and she asked me if I would kiss her. I jokingly said sure and gave her a little peck. She said, no, a real kiss. Before I knew it, we were kissing. I got immediately aroused, and she felt it. We kept kissing, standing up against a tree on the grounds of a nearby Catholic school. It was Saturday, so no one was around. We made out a little longer, then we walked back to her house. I felt that my wife and her parents would know for sure, but they didn't have a clue. I then noticed a sizable wet spot on the front of my khakis. I went into the bathroom and did my best to make it go away. Thereafter, every time my wife and I would visit, we'd take our usual walks, but things escalated. One time, she stood with her back to me and rubbed her butt against my crotch. She then took one of my hands and slid it into the top of her shirt. Pretty soon, our walks turned into full-fledged sex fests. It started out with just touching, then more. When we first started, she'd wear jeans. But as things progressed, she started wearing little sundresses and the like with no underwear. We'd have sex in the bushes, in restrooms, standing up against trees, and even in a school building we found unlocked. I must have been nuts because the sex was totally unprotected. Thank God she never got pregnant. But, looking back on it, I wonder what I was thinking (or not thinking). I was scared to death we'd be found out and that my marriage and friendship with her parents would be over, but I couldn't stop. The more nervous I got about it, the more she'd tease me. Anyway, we did this for almost two years. Then she moved away. It's one of my fondest memories. -Rick, 48