She did it very coyly, leaning over my desk and saying she had a ‘proposal to run by me’ while she glanced at my crotch and then locked me in the ...yes. I was dying of lust. I wanted to lock the door and rip her clothing off and shove my cock into her tight cunt. But I restrained myself, I agreed to the mentorship and we set a date to get coffee at the end of the week. She wore an amazing black dress to our coffee date. It covered her entirely, it was not revealing, except that I swear I could. “Can she understand you?”“I don’t know,” Sam said. “Dad told me stories. But I thought I’d read an Australian story to Weena.”“Which one?”“Dot and the Kangaroo. I thought I’d read a few pages a day. There are twelve chapters.”“You’re weird. You know I read that twenty years ago. Weena’ll like it.”“I hope so. She didn’t cry at all.”“Do you have any homework?”“Did it already. It was stupid.”“You shouldn’t say that. Would you like to change schools? I thought you’d make friends in a neighborhood. I just never met a guy before that I wanted to go the extra step with." But you looked so calm, so, hell I don't know. So ready." I was ready. I decided months ago, the day I met you, in fact, that you could have my cherry. And today, when you were getting ready to, uh, do me, I figured that it would either be good or be bad. If it was bad, then I could experiment and figure out if it was you or me."I blinked. I knew that Robbie could be analytical, but... "Do you want to talk about it?" she. The night was cool. We’d finally been blessed with a breeze, so I’d left my bedroom double doors open. I liked fresh air and Los Angeles’ version of cold was Clinton, Ohio’s version of late spring. Gauzy curtains rustled quietly with the breeze coming in from the patio.Yet, despite it refreshing me, I hadn’t been able to sleep; my mind preoccupied with a new film in development, the script for which I was still wrestling with. Thus, when flashing red strobe lights briefly lit my ceiling, I.