Not that I could if I wanted to with the way Darren was abusing my mouth. "He's starting to.. I can tell," said Darren, guiding my mouth back and fort... with a fistful of my hair in his hands.I was so confused, but he probably wasn't lying. He could tell that I was no longer resisting, and that I was moving my head a little bit on my own, using my tongue, and trying to take in a little more each time. I chalked this up to some sort of survival instinct, to just no longer resist. But the truth. .about...time...you got...home, baby...I've been...lonely," she managed to say in between kisses. Saying nothing in return I let my motions express my longing. I kissed her from her lips, trailing down the the valley between her breasts then atop each breast themselves. Flicking my tongue past the tip of each nipple, I could feel her body shiver lightly under mine, giving me signals that I still knew her body well. After treating each of them well I continued on my trail of kisses, moving down. It smelled good.She turned and we both were momentarily stunned. Me, by how sweet she looked. I could only guess it was my youth since I was only five years older.She was the quintessential girl-next-door. Her red hair tied back in a ponytail reached below her shoulders. Her face seemed to glow as she walked towards us wearing a huge smile. Her blue eyes contrasted the multitude of freckles that adorned her face. She was my height around five foot five. I wanted her.She did a quick double-take.. Looking at it now, it was probably a way for the parents to ‘approve’ of whomever their little girl danced with.I have no clear recollection of the young lady I approached to dance with. All I knew was that we all were the same age, from different schools, and there was a boy for every girl. That was done on purpose, so nobody was left out.Most of us guys were scared shitless. All the girls were very pretty, at least for that night. I thought the girls whose hair hung loose were prettier than.