Her blazing red hair fell to where the tips of her nipples would be if she wasnt dressed. The babydoll curls in her hair had to be natural. Her milky ...hite skin and the freckles across her nose and cheeks made it very believable that she was of direct Irish decent. The outfit she was wearing made everything perfect, from her emerald top, to her black and green school girl skirt, all the way down to her Rainbow Chuck Taylors. He was getting impatient though. He wanted to feel his new whore. "I don't know," she said. She put her fingers to her lips, idly chewed on a nail. "I was up working, and I don't want to go back to working. Nor do I want to sleep." She sighed, and shrugged. "And I don't think I want to call up someone else. I think I want to go home with you."For some reason I can't explain, the way she said it, just then, almost brought me to tears. It was so simple and so damn friendly. She saw that, and sighed again. Stephanie could be very tender at very strange times. It. Very carefully, I closed her mouth. She made a slight movement and noise, but she ended up swallowing it.It was so hot, that I was almost instantly hard again. I kneeled down beside her and slowly started to unzip the side of her skirt and slipped my hand down the front. Very gently, I rubbed her pussy through her underwear. It was already a little wet. I wondered briefly if cumming in her mouth made her start having a sex dream. Whatever the case, her pussy was starting to become more and more. Hers was the closest apartment to the woods so she wouldn’t have to leave until 11:30. It was only 8 now. She had called up her current boyfriend Chris, president of the Christian Legion, to schedule a bit of relaxing time before she had to leave, but he wouldn’t be able to come here for another 30 minutes. She thus had that much time to kill. She grimaced at the thought. She hated having free time, time alone with one’s thoughts. Too much happened during those times, the mind had a tendency to.