I turned the corner and found her there, tucked away in a little nook - a small closet, sitting taught upon a stack of thick books. Her back kept stra...ght so as to keep her blouse from dropping, the top now hanging from little more than her nipples, teetering on the edge with the same screeching desire I felt beginning to drip inside me.I squinted, trying to finally make out the features of her face, her dark hair falling in front of her. But I could see her hands, her fingers making bunches of. Her cheeks were flushed red and she was squirming inher seat, a sure sign she was totally aroused. I askedthe guys what we should do next and both said theywould like to take her to the room and fuck her. I toldthem how boring that suggestion was and that I had abetter idea in mind. I had this place in mind that Ithought they would enjoy if they were up for it. Theypaid the bill and we got up to leave.Walking out of the hotel to the car drew everyone’sattention. Jan begged me to let her. .. She fought the impulse to take a shower, even thought she felt filthy in so many angles... she had to get out.. Go back to the safety of her home... She wanted to run into her lover's arm and feel safe... But, how could she?No matter, she had to get out... she dried her face and hair rapidly, didn't care if the room was left on a mess. -"Fuck you, Randy... I would trash this place if I wouldn't want to leave so badly!" - She thought to herself, almost vocalizing her thoughts.She closed her. Boys used to come to me all the time asking for a kiss, as they knew they would get one. I mean, you never saw two boys kissing each other did you? When I turned fourteen my breasts started to develop naturally, but by then the damage had been done. I loved kissing. I loved being held. At the time, I could not pinpoint why kissing a boy sent such a thrill through me. I just felt so good and it was enjoyable. The boys seemed to like it as well.What with my frequent kissing sessions, I seemed to.