Symone stood and walked toward her backed her into the tree and kissed her. She tried to resist but it felt to good to her. She could feel Symone's ha...ds tracing the curves of her body and peeling away at her clothes. She could also feel the warmth of the sun against her skin as Symone guided her back to the blanket. She didn't want to stop Symone and she couldn't stop herself. She laid her down kissing her now hard nipples and caressing her body. She opened her eyes as if to make sure she. She had a pretty face, long legs and a killer body.I was fourteen and she was about a half-year older, not that it made any difference. She was sexually experienced and relaxed while I was sexual ignorant and very nervous around girls.I got pledged by a jock fraternity, illegal of course, and Linda joined what we called the "sub-debs," the stuck-up bitches that ruled our school's society.One sunny day in October, early in the school year anyhow, she sat down beside me at lunch, her jutting jugs. I patiently waited for his approval or disapproval or at least his thoughts. It was agonizing. He could start to laugh and mock me or even tell the rest of our local friends which would at the very least making a laughing stock of me and would probably get back to my family. Finally, I asked him the same question with great anxiety. He hesitated and mumbled maybe if he was drunk enough and again, I swear he felt himself. I felt a little unsure of the implications of my feelings being. Fran?ois... met la moi ta grosse bite...HUUMmm...c?est bon vas YIIIiiii... HAAAaaaaAAAAAAA ?Et cela durera une bonne partie de la nuit, trouvant des objets comme lemanche de sa brosse pour se le fourrer dans sa chatte b?ante, grandeouverte, et mouillant compl?tement ses draps et s?y endormant dedans,haletant et ?puiss? de ses ?bats imaginaires avec Fran?ois...De con c?t?, Arnaud ?tait un peu frustr? d'avoir ?t? interrompu par Alex.Il s'endormit faisant des r?ves torrides, aussi, en train de.