“My father will let me take our car.”Maggie was taken aback. She barely knew him. She stuttered for a moment and couldn’t come up with a reason ...o say no. “Why, yes, That would be nice. Thank you for asking me.”Don was undistinguished in the senior class. An average student, he was tall, lanky, and rather good-looking -- though clumsy and inept in social situations. In the vernacular of the time, he was in the high school social class of “grits” – which was better than being a “hood” but well. Temptation finally reared its ugly head and she caved. She looked for an excuse, any excuse, to see him again. Wandering up to his desk, she invited him to join her for breakfast in the café at their work. Together they made their way downstairs accompanied by a few of his teammates. Safe. That’s how she would remember it later…they were playing it safe and keeping temptations at bay. Except, her body didn’t want her to. It was the same thing with each meeting as the first time she met. I blinked and sat up and Stacy smiled at me as she stuck a finger in the baggy, getting it covered with coke and she stuck out her tongue, wiping her finger off on it.I didn't know what she was doing and I blinked as I started getting a serious head rush, like all of a sudden my brain was on fire and my hair felt like it was made out of wires and plugged into an outlet, shocking the shit out of me. Except it sorta felt good and I shivered and all of a sudden Stacy grabbed my face in her hands,. Did you finish?’ ‘No—I don’t believe so. Is it very good to finish?’ ‘Yes,’ he nodded and smiled, ‘It is very good to finish.’ ‘Well, how do I do it?’ I asked. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to experience this end he was talking about. His slow and sensual tone of voice made it seem most enticing. ‘I can show you, my lady. That is—if you don’t mind me touching you down there?’ he asked. My stomach flipped and my cunny was so eager for more pleasure. To my surprise, I found.