He stroked her arms and shoulders, ran his fingers through her soft hair. From above her the pale flesh of her breasts teased, waiting to be touched. ...er nipples had firmed to press against the blue material. His hands gripped her head, and he wanted nothing more than to force her onto him, to thrust deep in the girl’s throat—but he allowed her exploration, patient and inquisitive, tongue and lips and hand in divine concert. He glanced down at his cock slowly inching in, out of her mouth—and. At first it had been a joke between the supervisors, "I'm dropping off distro to the Black Hole." But then Larry had started poking around, hanging out near the distro room and watching who came to pick up the envelopes that had no routing names. Pretty soon Larry had an accident. He was OK, as long as you don't unplug his respirator. The doctors say he's got the brain of a lizard. George concluded that it was easier to do what your told and not ask silly questions.The distro boxes were emptied. That seriously reduced the chores. And there was no lawn to cut, because my parents had decided on a wooded look. Basically, dishes and laundry. I could handle that! I told Melanie I was available.She said “OK. We have an ‘appointment’ for tomorrow. Walk up to the High School and we’ll walk from there.”We hung up after goodbyes.That answered that. The fact that she called it an ‘appointment’ made it clear that she wanted sex. So did I. So two horny teenagers were going to make each other feel. I don’t usually date … I mean … you’re a customer. I’m not sure I’m supposed to date the customers.’ she stammered. ‘Does that mean if I wasn’t a customer, you’d say yes?’ he asked seriously. Julie was stuck for an answer. She looked at him and then down at her hands and said, ‘I guess so.’ ‘Great!’ he exclaimed. ‘I’ll quit coming and you and I can go on a date, say next Saturday night?’ he pleaded hopefully. ‘No,’ she said quickly. ‘I mean, I work on Saturday. Sunday and Monday are my days.