“What’s with the black?” his left eyebrow raised as a smirk spread across his face.“I happen to like black thank you very much.” I crossed m... arms over my chest defensively.I turned off my music and grabbed my juice trotting up stairs. He followed me as I put the juice back.“You know mom’s going to yell at you for that.”“So fucking what? Why do you care if I get yelled at anyway?”“Cause. What’s with the attitude?”“Whatever. I have homework.” I grabbed my backpack and went upstairs.Once inside. It was the same color as the pantiesand used the same style of lace. Even more disturbing was the fact thebra seemed to have heavy padding in the cups. Wearing it woulddefinitely make it look like I had breasts, something I wanted no partof. Seeing my look of horror caused Marta to walk towards me stillcarrying the bra. "Marta please no," was all that came out of my mouth,when what I really wanted to do was yell at her and tell her there wasno way I would ever wear a bra.She seemed to be. Fucking Mike would be better than me fucking some stranger behind the bar. The more I thought about it the more horny I got. I got up and went to Mike's room. He was on his bed crying. I sat next to him and held him in my arms. I told Mike if he promised to not ever tell a soul I would help him work through this problem. Mike's eyes lit up and he promised, he told me he was so happy! With that said I started to kiss Mike, we got pretty passionate right off the bat. This boy was ready to fuck. She looked at me and asked huskily, “You like that?” “Jesus, yes!” I answered in a tight voice. She ran her tongue along my length and said, “Mmmm…I love your cock. I love feeling your hard cock in my mouth.” She took me in again and began sliding it in and out of her mouth, sucking and licking me, coating the turgid flesh with her saliva. She paused a moment and licked the palm of her hand, then stroked her slick hand over my aching member, getting me to gasp and moan again. She began.