Wednesday finally arrived the last day of school before Thanksgiving break. We were in the commons and Debbie walked up and said, ‘I need to talk.�... I said, ‘OK. What about?’ Debbie said, ‘I’m nervous as hell about tonight. Can you come over after school?’ I said, ‘Sure, but you’ve been with John hundreds of times before.’ She replied, ‘I know, but not like this. I more or less dumped him to date a rich boy with a fancy car. We’re trying to get back together, I don’t want him to fuck me and. She then told me her story ... everything in its entirety and in great detail. This is what she told me to the best I can remember it..."It's really hot in our house," she started, "And we don't have air conditioning." But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, she continued. You see, mom and dad sleep downstairs. Our house actually used to be a barn about a hundred years ago. The upstairs is what the loft used to be. It is divided into two halves with the stairway separating the halves. One big. I danced all night and had sex with a guy in the back seat of my car. And after that night I was hooked on the excitement.I started going out one night a week, usually Thursday, when John was out of town. Sometimes I had sex with guys, sometimes I didn't. I loved the attention, the excitement of not knowing what would happen, and the dancing too. I loved it when the guys would fondle me, especially in front of their friends, and I really enjoyed teasing the guys.Over a period of time I became. “I don’t know about nice darling, but I certainly can help you” he joked. “What’s a lovely little hot thing like you doing here?” Anna smirked; she could feel her face blushing again. She explained her predicament, all the time thinking to herself “Fuck, this guy is hot”. She could not believe how wet she felt between her legs. Her pussy was literally dripping for this man that she has only just met.He was tall and looked strong, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead and he was covered.