I'm kind of hesitant to talk to him about it. Idon't want to... you know... shut him down just as he's coming out of hisshell." Yeah. I get that," Mel...ssa nodded. "Look, I'm sorry. It really was justthe heat of the moment. I'll make sure that it doesn't happen again."Frances smiled. "I know. I know how it can be when you're first in love.Everything just happens on its own." Thanks," Melissa nodded, but then something occurred to her and her eyeswent wide. "Oh, my God, did anyone else see. All the characters mentioned here are 18 and above. Have fun!It all began on a monsoon night, I had been fantasizing about being touched by him for months now and I hadn’t had a cock in a very long time. That night he gave me intimidating looks after dinner that I wasn’t sure what for but they sure turned me on. Later that night after lights out, I lay on my bed wearing just undies, imagining the times I had seen the outline of his cock through his underwear and the next moment I was touching. My hands were shaking and I was nervous thinking about how little privacy a public restroom has. I walked over to the bathrooms. The walk seemed like an eternity. When I finally reached the bathrooms I slowly turned the handle. I walked in and saw someone standing in the only stall. The door was cracked. I walked over to it and opened the stall door. He was a good looking man. Average build with work clothes on. He turned towards me and was holding a semi-hard 6 inch cock. Without saying a word. He hugs her closely. Then they part. He sits at on a large overstuffed leather chair, on the first row. She stands, proudly, in the center of the stage. The new girl, the brunette, approaches Him and takes his blazer. He sits and the brunette lights his cigar and pours him a large scotch, Glenlivet, his favorite. The brunette then enters the stage too. She is modestly dressed in a brown skirt and cream colored blouse; there must be no doubt about who is the prima ballerina in tonight's tragedy..