We kissed standing for a while and I removed her top and found her awesome breasts, with incredibly hard pink nipples underneath. Hilary was a natural...blond. She was tall but not freakishly so, and she had a really nice body. I worked over her titties with my hands and lips for a bit. She started working on my pants. She got them down to my knees and reached inside my boxers and grabbed my cock. I pulled up her denim miniskirt and pulled her panties down. I found a perfectly smooth waxed pussy.. I thought about what the new school would be like, and if would make some new friends.The next week my sister came into my room with a rather large box full of clothes, my heart jumped at this, perhaps my mom had decided to let me have my old clothes back now. To my disappointment it wasn't going to be boxers and polo shirts I would be wearing, more like bikini bottoms and tank tops.After I was done dressing, I went to my mother and begged her to let me go back to my old clothes, but what she. Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby. The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as oh five hundred hours. The oh stands for, Oh my God, I cant. It was a studio apartment and space was limited so we agreed to take turns sleeping on the sofa. His name was Mike and we had been friends for as long as I could remember. We both liked sports and were both 18 and in really great shape. I think I used to like his shape a little too much, sometimes when we were just hanging out he would catch me looking at the big bulge in his pants. I had never seen his cock before, but I started fantasizing about it more and more. I kept telling myself that I.