"Please, Rachel." Trust me, you don't want what comes next."Like I had a choice. "You're going to make me come!" Now," she said, and went even faster ...nd harder. "Come for me now. Shoot your cum on me. Shoot your sticky cum on my legs! Do it! Now!"I loved when she told me to come. I always asked her to do that in the past, and whenever she commanded me to do so, I couldn't resist her naughty instruction. And even though I had come twice already tonight—was it still the same night? I had lost. “Now is good. Do you know where the coffee shop is across from the post office?” As luck would have it I look up the street and I can see the Post Office. “Yes I know where it is and I am only a few minutes walk from there.” I answer. She tells me to meet her in 5 minutes. I end the call. I look at my phone and I have her number. If nothing else comes out of this meeting, I have her number and hopefully will get her name. I walk up the street and as I approach the coffee shop I see her standing. Little did he know that she had more he was yet to learn about. ‘God..I can feel his frigging eyes!!!’ she thought, ‘….Wonder what he’s thinking about…’. Caesii slid into the driver’s side door, casually sliding the keys in and starting the car. She shut the door behind her, then turned on the radio. After finding a suitable station, she finally put the car in gear and drove away. They didn’t really speak much, both were rocking out in their minds to the music booming from the speakers. He. But it was clear that Sioban was no novice, she was more than sexually aware. She was a sexually practiced young woman. Even with the advantage of Colette’s mentoring I was baffled why Sioban chose me. If it might have had anything to do with sexual magnetism that was still a myth in my mind.I knew what she meant by taking her to bed (“fucking”). But she could not have expected a seventeen-year-old, even having enjoyed such a sexual odyssey with Colette taking me on to satisfy her in the way in.