What I have not inherited—and I’m glad of it—is any hot bloodedness whatsoever. I think I know what that refers to and I’d like to state that ...t sixteen I’m pure and fully expect to remain so for all eternity. We live in Manhattan My father is the art director of an advertising agency and does art photography as a hobby, and my mother is a psychologist with her own practice and a propensity for reading romance novels. I am a junior in a girls’ Catholic high school in the East Village, Our Lady. I was working too much. But I needed money to pay the bills. It was close to the end of my lunch. I had a bad slice of pizza and a coke. I work at a big box store. One were you pay a membership to shop at. I’m the under cover guy. My co-workers only see me when there trouble. I pretty much stay away from everyone and mind my own business. Better not to be seen. All the guys at work think I have the best job. They can only follow gorgeous women from there section of the store. I on. She came in my mouth. Immetitely pissed all over my face. Too much to swallow. It dripped down my chin all along my body. Great guts that gal. Smart ass, smart head. Made my head hot. So sweet and sexy, young and yummy. After that hot and wet start nothing could go wrong with us. At least I thought.The rest is maybe a bit boring for readers of steamy sex stories. Our love grew. We posted poems at each other's walls. Despite being a dream team as a couple of lovers as Princess with her Prince. Finally my tongue teases your outer lips and dips in, bringing an intake of satisfaction that makes me smile even as I continue probing about. I avoid your clit, keeping to the hole and teasing your perineum with my prodding tongue as you build up. I grow as you climb that cliff, taking slow sweeps upward and bringing that little hard button to the play as well. You’re moaning and writhing growing enough I know you are getting close. I spread you with my fingers and keep licking, keeping you.