But watching the little looks and touches between Sue and Grace I didn’t know whether I should be experiencing the same fears and arousal. It was a ...eally weird confusion. Not knowing how to classify Grace. Friend or Foe? Lover or rival?After the day’s stress and the unresolved question of Francis’ proposition, I didn’t have the emotional energy to wrestle with the Grace-Sue conundrum. So as had become my dangerous habit, I pushed this particular snake into the deep grass and focused on the. Actually, I panicked by her forwardness. As I sat trembling on the couch, both dazed and frightened, I felt her hand gently massage my crotch.Looking into her eyes, I could see her anticipation and desire, and felt her hands undo my jeans and slip them and my underwear down below my knees. Paralyzed with self-doubt and unable to mutter a word, I became aware of her cool soft hands as they caressed my virgin manhood, bringing it quickly to an almost painful erection. Automatically, my hand. Of course, his unusual abilities had initially seemed nothing but a boon and he had taken full advantage of them as anybody that age would. Teachers had often completed his homework for him and consistently given him top grades. Anyone who had attempted to bully him (Dr Darke was slightly built and somewhat nerdy looking back then and hadn't changed much since) had quickly found themselves publically humiliated and entirely at his mercy. To the amazement of his male classmates, he had dated all. I hear you chuckle softly when you notice the dampness between my thighs. The button of my jeans melts beneath your fingers and I groan as your hand disappears beneath the fabric of my panties to stroke my clit. I gasp as two of your fingers deftly stroke me bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. I watch as you bring your fingers to your mouth and suck them, you growl softly and settle your hand right back to where it was, driving me mad one intimate stroke at a time. I’m trying to not.