I worked as an IT for a big accountingfirm. Enough said. It was boring, but everyone left me alone and I didget paid.Fifty-five thousand a year soun...s good until you try to live on it. ThenI met Sarah. I was working at my weekend job, serving for a caterer.Sarah picked me up that night. Well, I allowed Sarah to pick me up.I allowed her to take me back to her place. I allowed her to ride meseveral times until she was exhausted. When I went to leave, sheinsisted I stay.I had assumed we. “But Day, you’re still a k**.”“Not no more. I’m 18. Remember?”“That doesn’t mean we’re gonna fuck,” I stated.“Why not. I seen you checkin’ me out earlier. My homie seen it too. You licked yo’ lips,” Dayson pointed out.“I what…”“You heard me, Shawn. Let a nigga get in dat big ole booty.”Dayson pulled out his dick. It was soft, but still thick. I could smell the musty stench emanating from his balls. “Go on a git on dis dick, baby!”I knelt down and started sucking. It grew to a little over nine. As a freshman, she was an early pick for junior varsity, having amazing acrobatic abilities, an amazing body, and that super pretty face. Not too many girls make varsity cheerleading their sophomore year, but Stacey was a natural, the best cheerleader in the school at just sixteen. Natasha called her into her office one day to have a talk.“Stacey, your tumbling and dance are amazing. I firmly believe if we can work on your discipline, enthusiasm, and stunts, you could have colleges looking. The freedom of the open country beckoned her, reminding her of the previous year when she ran about the woods in the nude. Without thinking about what she was doing, she took off her dress and folded it into her saddlebag. None of her classmates even considered doing such a thing. Instead they stared at her with bewildered expressions, wondering why she would want to act like a penitent or a collared criminal. Jadranka, who had assumed a completely rebellious frame of mind, defiantly.