He hangs that red outta his mouth and it fucking drives me wild. "Well , Billy." "Call me Bill , not a little boy anymore." "Well, Bill , I u...mmm." He takes a long drag off his red , before I know it his lips areplanted on mine and he is exhaling in my lungs. He sits back and blowsthree perfect smoke rings. "These would make nice cock rings don't ya think?" He looks at me andgrins. My cock gets harder and the wet spot grows bigger. "So what ya wanna talk about Dad?" He. " John said.David looked into the lust filled faces of his two best friends. "OK, at the end of last period we'll go to her room and ask her."The day's final bell rang and David hurried out of his class and down the hallway to Mrs. Jenkins' classroom. In a few minutes Peter and John joined him and they waited for the other student to leave the school. When the hallway was finally empty of students the three boys entered Mrs. Jenkins classroom. John stood by the door while David and Peter walked. . I love you too." I always have," continued the girl, "ever since I saw you that first day of school. You were so, so perfect. I couldn't s-stop thinking about you, all the time!" She sat up, her bare legs dangling over the side of the desk as she stared at her teacher with pleading eyes. "That's why I stole your piece of m-malachite, Miss Ayers. It belonged to you – that's why I wanted it!" "Oh, my goodness," Emily breathed. "I had no idea you felt that way, child." "And – and I didn't mean. I exhaled the breath I had been holding and packed up my laptop. We shared one more hug before I left. 3 We sit at the bar in the restaurant sipping a few sodas after acknowledging to the bartender we were underage and just needed a place to sit and wait for a table to open up. We continue talking about the smallest of things, our conversation filled with awkward silences as we again grow accustomed to each other’s presence. Throughout the conversation I begin to again notice just how.