She almost didn't let me out of the house. She doesn't like the way I'm dressed." "Really?" Well, I certainly like it, he thinks. " Yeah, but when I s...id I was going with a friend of Mark's, she let me go. So, quick, just take off." "Uh, okay." He is a little relieved, feeling a bit embarrassed to be out on a date with a girl ten years his junior. Having to meet her mother would have been awkward. He smiles wanly and waves again up at her as she drifts away from the doorway and he backed out of. I decided not to tell him that I was on my way over to his place cuz I just couldn't resist him any longer. The closer I got to his place the more my pussy ached and the more wet it got. I couldn't control my excitement. I heard him over the phone moaning and stroking his cock! He kept saying my name and wishing I was there to fuck his pink asshole.I got to his place and I slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment just listening to his sounds. I paused outside his window and felt the wetness. Black and lean with firm, hard muscles and muscular thighs, Marcus was a multisport all-state athlete, played defensive back in football, and he was lauded for it. He liked to call himself ‘Primetime’ after some old football player by the name of Dion Sanders or somebody. Pardon my French, but it was so fucking annoying to walk around the school and hear everybody call Marcus “Priiiiimetime”, exaggerating and emphasizing the word every single time. It was just my luck that I had multiple. After the tension of yesterday's events, the worry about what would happen, the — yes — the stress of it all, it was quite a relief to be left alone in my - ah - room. I worried myself asleep thinking about my safe call — I would have felt a lot happier, if I had been able to speak to Angela in person. Anyway, when sleep finally came, I stayed asleep until the lights came on and the shutter went up.First thing this morning, we are all collected together and taken to a gym. I'm feeling really.