For a moment I trailed off in my thoughts, imagining Charlotte kissing Vincenzo, but Amy, god bless her, snapped me out of it almost immediately."Is y...ur school big? How many people will be at the dance?" Our school is big. It's grades nine to twelve. There's always like a thousand kids there when there's a dance. They get security guards and everything. Someone's always getting a blow job under the bleachers, or passing a bottle around, or getting in a fight, or smoking, or some shit like. Letting my tongue play with hers – greedily – I grab her breast, squeezing it, making her squirm and moan. My hands caress her body – eventually feeling the fuzzy triangle between her thighs. She gasps into my open mouth. As I begin to play with her clit, I feel her entire body relaxing with a deep sigh of pleasure. I massage the tiny button, feeling it swell and harden – feeling her juices flow around my fingers. She writhes almost imperceptibly, savoring the sensual pleasure. I gently push. On the second day I took her number and used to message her and also chat with her sometimes. Just normal chats, One day by mistake I forwarded her a non-veg message.. I didn’t realize that until I got a reply from her saying what…??? So I messaged her said sorry to her and told her that it got forwarded to her unknowingly. … She didn’t reply for about an hour or so.. I was feeling very bad for my mistake.. And was going to sleep suddenly the phone rang… there was message from her saying its ok. My body felt weak, and even long slurps of day old coffee didn’t seem to revive it quickly. I might have pushed myself too far, I thought, maybe Harry was right…maybe I did need a break. My thoughts flirted with Francine. I imagined myself running my fingers through her flame-red hair and kissing her on both her cheeks. I’d say it was a Spanish thing. She’d nod, blush, and not believe me. Then Harry would come and clap us both on the back to demand that we drink with him. I’d have a shot, and.