I quickly gave up and followed my new friends. Our next stop was for dinner. We went to what we heard was a hot spot and we heard correctly. The girl... were amazing. They were all wearing short skirts or shorts with cowboy boots. I could not believe how many hot girls were there. We ate dinner and decided to stay at this spot for a while. We were admiring the scenery when one guy suggested we move on again. I was against this as I didn't think we could do better. The guy persisted and said he. He held out his hand uh my name's jordan,and u would be oh sorry im isabella but u can call me belle if u like,ok kool so uh let me walk u to class i saw on ur schedule that its the same as mine okay that sounds kool with me so they were hurrying along and he reach over and grabbed her hand come on he said playfuly were gonna be late!!feeling very excited by his grabbing her hand belle started daydreaming of what it would be like to have him all to herself but was afraid to because of her being. “So, there is part of you that wants to continue playing?”She looks surprised at that. She thought about it for a second; then she seems to have reached a decision.“I want to continue,” she says. Her confidence is starting to return now that she’s made a decision.“Continue what?” I ask.“This,” she says, waving her hand between us.“I don’t know what ‘this’ means,” I say as I mirror her hand movements. “You have to tell me exactly what you want.”She hesitates. As beautiful as she is, I doubt. ‘You seem to be expecting a lot out of this and I…I don’t know how to say this—I don’t have…’ She stopped for a moment. ‘You’re trying to tell me you’ve never done it,’ she confirmed. ‘That’s why I’m so horny.’ ‘I don’t get it.’ She stopped again and made a face at the delay. ‘It’s like this,’ she began. ‘I get to have your first one. Girls don’t get many chances at this. Most guys are more experienced by the time we get to them. And as we get older the chances get fewer and farther between.’.