Whenever a new kid came to the school and I befriended them, they'd comment on "that hottie over there." Well, that "hottie" would come over and hug m... and talk about how our days were. They just would stand there with wide eyes. When Katie would leave, they'd apologize, but after that, they'd all just join the same group of guys, just asking to come over to my house.The girls and I got along very well, though. We were great friends, and Ben was kind of a middle man. He was just there. Being. "And you brought a big strong man to carry it for you!" she said, eying me."I brought a big strong LOVER to carry my groceries." Mom corrected her. I was surprised."Even better!" the old lady said, a smile on her face. "He's good?" she looked intently at my mother."He happens to be a very good lover, too!" Mom answered turning my face red."Not like the lazy husband of mine upstairs. Sleeping while I work!" She lapsed into French, obviously haranguing her husband about his shortcomings.As we. She was still getting tense with each loud crash, but slowly it seemed that she was relaxing a bit. Eventually he realized that Dawn had fallen asleep in his arms, and at first he intended to simply let her sleep until the low rumble of the thunder signalled that the storm was well to the east, and still moving. That may have been his intent, but before he could awaken her he drifted off to sleep himself, content with the scent of her shampoo and the grip of her arm around his back.Matti awoke. I tugged at the short pleated skirt that just covered my white lacy knickers and gazed self-consciously down my long legs at my feet, safe in their little white socks and black high heals.'Here, let me straighten your tie.' I let Mistress straighten the striped school-tie that I knew to already be straight, her hands gliding over the crisp white blouse and cupping my breasts before she stepped back. 'Have fun and try and play the part.' She turned and, drawing me by the hand brought me into her.