Before I got it, I put my lips on his. He pulled my body against his and I could feel his erection against me. He was still so hard. I felt his hands ...n my ass, pulling me against him hard, as we grinded ourselves against the other. We were both breathing heavily, and moaning...our hands wandering over each others bodies. I don't think I ever wanted anyone that much, before him. We both were so hungry for each other. The passion was so unrestrained from both of us. No games, no drama...just. I opened my door slowly and slipped out into the hallway. I looked up at the clock and read 3:30. Who was up at this time? It sounded like it was coming from my sisters room. I headed in that direction. Our bedrooms were on the third floor and our parents were on the second. We had our own bathroom and small living room. Her bedroom was on the other end of the house than mine. I could see the moonlight flowing through her door since it was slightly open. I peeked through the crack making. After a (very) short time, the trucker will have caught on and will do most anything to stay next to me. This excites me a great deal and I put on quite a show rubbing my long stiff clitoris and spreading my pussy lips wide to show my horny hole. This one particular day I glanced over and could see that the trucker was young and kind of cute. He honked his horn and gestured for me to pull over. I pulled ahead of him and pulled off the road with him close behind. I slid over and got out of. “Right at the start of the period. Three guys attacked her in the boys’ bathroom. That’s what happened!”Okay, I minced words. Fat lot of good it’d do. The rumor was probably already flying anyway.“What? Attacked her? Which boys’ bathroom?”“The one near the library.”“Crap. That’s about as far as you can get from Industrial Arts. Some bozo was beating sheet metal into the shape of a breadbox. At least that’s what he says it’ll be. No wonder I didn’t hear it. Oh man, is she okay?”“Yeah, no thanks.