" OK." I rolled over onto my front and pressed my shoulder against the wall, running my short blunt fingernails down the paint so that he would hear m..., "Go ahead." So I was thinking that I'd quite like to see where this goes. If this friendship thing is maybe more than that. Cause I'm not sure if I'm gay or what or anything but I know that I can't stop thinking about you." A deep breath, a pause so long I started trying to formulate words, "And I think you're really pretty. Shit, I mean cute,. Aaron was his name. He was cute, wellspoken, and a little shy but not terribly, and alone. He sort of hit onme earlier but left when I got distracted by someone else trying to talkto me. I found him again and chatted some more. He did most of thetalking and he didn't seem to notice anything too odd when I did so thatwas good. Maybe because it was a little loud or he was drinking a littletoo. We learned a little about each other although most of what I said was alie. Maybe he was lying too but. Her glorious nipples stood then, like milk bottle nipples, inviting me into their chewy ecstasy. I pushed her onto the sofa nearby so that her ass rested on the arm rest, and her head rested inches above the floor. I shucked off my tie, waistcoat, suit, shirt and pants; and lay down on top of her. I feathered kisses on her breasts, and sucked a little more on her nipples. Then, fastening my teeth in one end, I tore off the sheer lace - spitting the cloth on her. Immediately her plump, (slightly. “No worries,” she said, “Will you go?” “You’re worse then my mother,” I answered, “but okay if you’ll go with me.” She smiled. We took and dumped our trays and put them on the belt for washing and headed off to our lockers to get ready for our next class. I was surprised that not too many people seemed to make a big deal of my black eye and my lip. I told a few people I had fallen down stairs and they seemed to accept that. I still felt like everyone could see how dirty I felt but no one.