She told me when we got a table that she'd been more of a eat at home kind of person since she liked to cook but it was nice to go out. I hit my “sm...oth” button and said “good food needs good company.” She beamed at me and laughed. While she was 21, she hadn't been out drinking much, her dad didn't approve of that, so when I told the server I'd like a beer, she asked if I could recommend something. I told her that since she wasn't used to it, it'd be best if she just tasted what I got to figure. One of them used to sit on her desk right in front of me and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. She never looked at me but I imagined that it was done for me. Anyway, I got to see the tops of her nylons and the garters that held them up and once in a while a little flash of panties. My bookkeeping teacher, that I constantly flirted with, let me slide by because I didn't do any of my workbook lessons and I still got a "B" in the course.When I would take the bus to go to the pool, I always. “You’re married.”“I can still give you a blow job,” Sandy remarked before asking, "You don’t think I could give you a good blow job?”“Yes,” I replied, staring out the driver’s window. There was no way I could hold this conversation and look Sandy in the eye. Just the thought of getting a blow job made me horny. I knew she was toying with me. “I would blow your mind,” Sandy replied. "Come on, Rick, pull it out, let me see that Johnson of yours!”‘You’re freaking crazy,” I replied.I glanced over. Jackie wasn’t going to waste her opportunity with her blonde fantasy boy. She put her arms around him tightly, pressed her lips on his with her mouth open, and slid her tongue into his mouth. Steve kissed back, and entwined Jackie’s tongue with his.Finally, Jackie released her embrace, and spun the bottle again. It was Chuck’s turn, and he was ready. His tongue immediately met his former Sunday school teacher’s, and he ran his hands all over her waist and back. They enjoyed a passionate French.