I was so close and she knew it, but she dragged me out until I thought I would pass out. I begged her again and again to finish me but I was totally a... her mercy. If I bucked and writhed against her hand, she just pulled away. I was desperate, under her control, and loving it. A crescendo of tease and torment filled my body with an unbearable passion and a desperate need until, finally, she released my climax and a massive, frighteningly-powerful orgasm engulfed me. I screamed and writhed. I. He said he knew boys my age don't wash every wear. Nervously I spread my legs some and he pushed between my cheeks. He ran his hand up and down a few times, then told me to lean forward. I did and he wash around my butt hole. I felt his fingers rubbing it,one finger pushed on it. I swatted at his hand, he laughed and asked if anyone tried to stroke me. I blushed and told him me and a boy did years ago. Really, did you like it he asked. A little, I told him. He reached around and grabbed my. And sodid the boys she liked and the boys who liked her. Because no matter whatshe looked like, and what her mother thought (Yes, she knows her motherthinks, or fears, it.), she was definitely not a lesbian. How was shegoing to survive for two years?But more importantly still, the greater fear, ~What is Ben going to do??~Her mother interrupts her thoughts. "Faye, why do you have to sit likethat? Even Pocahontas didn't sit Indian style; fold your legs to the sideif there isn't room on the. I had cut the tee shirt off to expose my belly not too far under my boobs buy they didn’t show and really just wore it in my room at night. My boobs wernt big and still arnt very big but I wore a 32 B bra (with padding). He came in and went into his room and was sitting on the edge of the bed all tore up over some girl that wouldn’t go out with him and seriously he was pouting. I went in there and was just giving him crap about being a wuss and teasing him and really he wasn’t paying much.