That's why I'm late." Shhh, quiet, you two! Please delay your chit-chat until after class," the professor yelled, or at least tried to. He often tries...to be loud, but fails because of his age, which I always find hilarious."Do you want to eat something after class?" I asked her."Sure, sounds good."Of course, class just didn't seem to end. When the bell finally rang, it felt like days had passed. I left the room and waited for Paige, and we decided to go grab a sandwich in our school café."So,. She pulled of my shirt as I unbuttoned her cut offs and smiled when I bent down to pull them off, noticing her cute pink panties had a wet spot over her pussy. “Does that get you hard? Seeing how wet I am? She taunted as I stood up. I smiled back and slid my hand down into her sticky panties finding her clit and gently rubbing her as she moaned and started moving her hips to my hands rhythm.She seemed hypnotized for a while, her arms around my neck as I played with her pussy until suddenly she. Both were nice and innocent and it was sweetly entertaining to see them shyly flirt with one another and show awkward, innocent public displays of affection. Then things really started to look up for me toward the end of the school year. I was reasonably happy. I was now seventeen; I had been accepted to the first choice of colleges I applied to, Brown University in Rhode Island. Yes, it was a vast difference from Savannah, but I wanted to get far away from the city of my birth for a few. Well, at least he wouldn't be late for today's practice at the sandlot. He began to get dressed when he had a strange feeling. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he suddenly had a feeling of dread. Shrugging it off, he got dressed and went downstairs where he poured himself a bowl of Rice Krispies and a glass of orange juice. After breakfast he walked outside and started to run down to the lot. Then he noticed.Angela was watching him from her front door. He felt guilty all over again and.