The problem was, he didn't know what to do with her. Should he call her every night? Eat lunch with her every day? Trivial problems, but when you're a...freshman, trivial problems are like catastrophes. He tried to act cool, and basically ended up ignoring her. Around October, she finally asked him. "Do you want to go out with me or not?"The answer wasn't yes, in fact it wasn't even an answer yet that night when she met Ryan. She'd asked Danny's friend to give him the message Friday morning, but. She prepared food for me, we had dinner together. I went to the TV and found the movie titanic. She came after her work and sat along with me. We watched the movie completely and it was almost 11:30 pm. I don’t know if she watched my emotions during that sex scene. She asked me if I had physical relation with anyone else during this gap. I said no and held her hand and told that there was not even a day without masturbating of thinking about her and she happily kissed me. She arranged my bed in. Bren began to tremble and her legs started to shake slightly.I managed to get a finger under the elastic and felt the soft hair of a teenage pussy and began to explore my new found treasure. As I made my way towards what I found to be a very wet pussy, she began thrusting her hips in time with my fumbling finger.I found the sweet spot and Bren started to whimper and biting her hand to remain quiet. As I rubbed her slick pussy up and down as far as I could reach, I made another amazing. Then I thought about Ben with his adolescent antics and how amusing he was, but how he would probably always be that way with no direction in his life other than having fun. This led to my thought that just because I was going to grow up, it didn’t mean that I had to become some deep and serious person just yet. I could still listen to Dashboard Confessional (but not in large doses) and still be pissed off that the economy is down the toilet and we’re bombing the hell out of yet another.