"No she's not" someone answered. "Why don't you help us out."The new girl put her hand between my legs. I tried to squirm away. I just didn't have any...strength left.She climbed up on the bed and straddled my knees. She began caressing my pussy through my panties, gently rubbing my clit. I knew it was wrong when I felt a wave of pleasure sweep over me. And I never, never felt so humiliated.They were using me like a plaything...as entertainment. No, god, no!!! Don't let my body respond to this. I learned that the female gender needs to vent, and be listened to, their questions answered, but they don't want any advice, so I used this to my advantage. Once the word got passed around that I was a trusted soul with a lot of valuable information and a great listener among other things, my time was not my own anymore.School was sure a fun time and I was so grateful that I didn't have to work hard on my studies. I even flirted with the female teachers. One of them used to sit on her desk. I had never felt that was a particularly attractive description, to me she just had dark blond hair with light blond flecks. Rather attractive, actually. The suit, more accurately, the two tiny pieces of material masquerading as a real swimsuit, was an off shade of gold, perfectly complementing the bronzed skin she had so obviously worked hard to attain. She was quite lovely, I would go so far as to say she had a classic beauty. She reminded me of Gene Tierney in ‘A Bell for Adano’, a movie. "Do you see how hard my nipples are Peter?" I said, "yes!" Smiling at me, she put a hand on my shoulder then and said, "If you would like to suck on my nipples that would be fine with me."I moved my face to her left breast and started sucking on the large brown nipple. "Use your tongue Peter, I like that very much." I did so and Mrs French held my head to her breast and hummed lightly. After a few minutes of that Mrs French said I should sit down and look at her body. I sat on the couch.