"And you can't face facts when it comes to yourself." Kevin turned in his chair, leaning across the back of his chair.I put on my jacket, and approach...d Kevin. I wanted to hit him now, I was so mad. His smarmy, know-it-all demeanor needed to go. I looked down at him, and he didn't flinch one bit. I was bigger than him. Stronger than him. But I couldn't hit him. And he knew it. I was always a bit of a softy, and I always had a soft spot for him. He was after all, my only real friend on campus.. Of course, I would never let any of them know how I felt because that would make me a "bad" girl and once they think you are a bad girl, they will pester you non-stop so you can't get any studying done at all.Everyone in this new school calls me "Annie Little" or sometimes to be funny, "Little Annie". It is sort of a joke because my real name is "Klein" which is little in German. I don't mind being "Little Annie" to the others because now my red hair seems to fit in a lot better. I even have. When we got out, I asked him to eat me ... figuring I was as clean as it was going to get but he still refused. Needless to say his little "Jonny" hasn't been sucked on by me ever since.One evening we'd been to dinner and clubbing for a while when we returned to my place. Since Steve still lives with his parents, (he wants to save up money to buy a house), we have sex at my place all the time. Usually there is some foreplay before we get down to his "train in the station" routine but this time. The next morning I bade her goodbye and headed for Keystone.I met him when I boarded the train. He was sitting in the seat ahead of me, and I wondered if he was part of the shootout re-enactment. His rugged look with his chaps, jeans, and mustache took me back to an earlier time, when people were honest, and trustworthy. I licked my lips hungrily, wondering what he sounded like, and better yet what he looked like under his clothes.Oh god, the mere thought of it, made my pussy purr with.