I was already in a sexy, playful outfit, in anticipation of b****r's arrival. {It was a see-through bra, thigh-high stockings, and a micro-mini skirt ...ith no panties.} I had been waiting so long that, when he came in, I ran down the hall, threw myself around him, kissed him deeply, and exclaimed “b****r, you're home!”, pouting “It's about time.”. Then I noticed the woman standing slightly behind/beside him. “This is...”, he began, “My...our present”, I finished, walking around her, looking her. Oh no, not at all. Not for a minute. All she was interested in was checking whether my uniform complied with the school's dress code. So I pouted my lipstick smeared stingy-bee lips and fluttered my mascara dipped eyelashes and closed my eyes so she could admire my copper glint eye-shadow and even tried lowering my gaze and clasping my hands together in front of my sodden-cuntedness whilst I rotated my body and my right foot back and forth in a display of pure, unadulterated teen-angel. Unlike many black girls she was slim with slight hips and small breasts. The had long fake blond hair and ample lips that I immediately imagined would be wonderful around my dick. She told me she had just come from a party and after I think I said something funny I asked her if she wanted to walk with me. To my surprise she said yes. I asked her how the party was, she hinted that it had a sexual nature. As we walked toward my car she grabbed onto my arm. I let my arm linger around her. I smiled at her, and knelt at the foot of my bed. Her eyes were still closed, but I knew she knew what I was about to do. I moved her hand and smiled at seeing the first pussy id ever seen close up. She trimmed her blonde pubic hair into a little landing strip. Her inner lips protruded slightly from her outer ones, and I could see them glistening wet. Youre so beautiful, Carly. I whispered. I leaned forward and, basking in her scent for a moment, kissed her pussy lips lightly. I then slowly.