Nothing can compare to the feeling of someone inside me though, so when I get the urge in the middle of class, or in the break, or at lunch. I long fo... sex, wherever it might be.It was on one such day that I first had sex at school. It was 3rd period and I was stuck in English bored. I was trying to focus on the nuance in onomatopoeia between hamlet and midsummer nights dream when I felt an itch in my panties. The kind of itch of desire that demands to be scratched. I resisted for a while, but. After a while I stepped back and had another good look at her. Huge tits, soaking wet, wet hair around her shoulders, perfect little pussy just begging to be eaten. Well she saw that I was checking her out and pulled me back towards her. I pinned her up against the shower wall and started to rub at her pussy again. She reached down and started rubbing at my cock. It didn't take long before I was hard. She pushed me away, reached for the shampoo and squirted some into her hand. I stepped towards. Not wanting to lose my advantage I ended our kiss and moved my lips to the side of her neck. In between kissing and licking her neck I made my way up to her right ear and nibbled on it. This caused Betty to push her body into mine. I wanted to take hold of Betty’s great looking tits but didn’t want to go too far too fast. I felt Betty’s body relax and then I received the green light as one of Betty’s hands took hold of my cock.I placed my lips on Betty’s left ear and in a soft voice asked the. ”It was probably the whisky that did it, but instead of shutting up, Kevin just blurted it out.“Oh come on, Arabella, you know all about knobs. I know what you were doing. Fucking Costello. Up there in that office.”“What? How dare you! Of course I wasn’t. You take that back, you bastard.” She was taking off her shoes, and for a moment Kevin was worried by the way she was wielding the stiletto heel.“So what’s this then?” he said, taking out his phone. He found the snatch of film he’d taken that.