Me: Language, young lady.I move up to Bella’s breasts. I could knead those soft delights for hours.Bella: There aren’t even muscles there. How is ...hat supposed to make me relaxed? I hate it.Me: Your nipples tell me otherwise.Bella: (Fuck! He’s right. My nipples are getting hard. But it shouldn’t feel this good.)It was time to massage her pussy. As I move my hand between her thighs, Bella tries to close her legs in vain. I feel the flesh of her pussy lips beneath my fingers and rhythmically. <,3 ———————————————— Trevor smiles as we quickly scamper into the girls bathroom much after school, so nobody will see us. With barely a few words, we kiss passionately in the small confines of the stall before I reach down to un-button and zip his jeans. In situations like this, I tend to have a small joking manner to hide how excited I am, so I make a comment about how annoying zippers can be. He puts a little physical pressure on me, telling me with his hands what he wants. I get on my. He wasn't bad looking. A little chubby with a goatee.We talked a while about jobs, etc. and then suddenly he put his hand on my knee, looked me in the eye and said, "How about we get out of here?"I bolt of lightening ran through my body as I shakily said , "OK."He said he didn't live to far from there and would I like to follow him home? I agreed and we both went to our cars. I followed his car to an apartment complex about a mile away.As I got to the door, he put his key in and as he opening. Her arms wrapped around his neck, rubbing the back of his neck. His hand glide down her spine to her ass. Grabbing and squeezing gently. Her hand moved to his chest...down underneath his shirt, feeling the warmth from his chest hair. Their tongues playing with one anothers, nibbling on each others lips. He pushed her against the wall and held her arms above her head. Forcefully but not bearing her any pain. He kissed her hard and deep. Moving to her neck and collarbone, she moaned, awaiting for.