But when i first started, a kid named alex, i never had much nerve to talk to him, mainly because he was always with the cooler kids, and always dad s...me crazy ass things. but in 7th grade, i saw alex again when i went on a school church trip. it had been about 4 years since i had last saw him and wanted to see how he was. I sat a few seats away from him in the bus and got the nerve to turn around and yell at him. “ALEX! man do you remember me?” i said, he looked up at me and shook his head. There was a flashof light.That was the last thing I remember before waking up. I was on theground. All I could see was pink. Pink hair. What was Cecania's hairdoing over my eyes? Was she laying next to me? Was she hurt? Ibrushed the hair away with my hand. My dainty hand. With paintedfingernails. It wasn't my hand... it was Cecania's hand! How was Icontrolling her hand with my mind????I looked down. I didn't see my own, flat chest. I saw *her* chest.Two beautiful bouncing orbs. I lay back, eyes closed, just enjoying her tongue as it dipped and swirled in and around my clit and pussy lips and her fingers slid in and out of me in a gentle massage. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head tight to me, loving the deep thrusts of her fingers and tongue as she brought me to another orgasm and then I felt something cold and wet against my thigh.As I opened my eyes I then realised we were not alone as a big brown pair of eyes peered up at me and a long pink tongue lolled around. I let my kisses linger, a little gap between each where our lips are so close…letting you wait for the next, seconds passing where I can feel the warmth of your lips, then they touch again and my body shudders ever so slightly. My hands have slid down now…past the small of your back and onto your tight little ass. I pull you hard into me, now I know you have felt how hard I am for you; your hand has moved from my back and chest to the front of my jeans. I groan softly as you rub over the mound.