Then I thought he was looking directly at my rear door there… was he planning to fuck me in the ass??, I thought to myself…Then I felt one wet fin...er rubbing around my tight little asshole, trying to slip inside. Finally I gave up my resistance and the black long finger passed through my sphincter to the first knuckle on every little circle. "Your ass is so tight, bitch… we need some jelly up here…”He slapped my buttocks and then went to the bathroom. He came back with a jelly pot in his hands.. I was on cloud 9. We both came back to our group smiling and all were asking why both of you are smiling and we replied “nothing”. After that incidence we both french kiss whenever we got a chance.After many days of just kissing, we started talking about sex and all dirty talk. We use to talk about each other body parts and how we would like to explore each other. She used to ask me about porn films and has you watched it or not. I said that I have watched them and have a good collection hidden. These dropped out as soon as the brassiere came off. He was very hairy , you noted . When the dress had been unbuttoned and discarded you saw that he too was wearing a long slip. He ordered you onto your knees. Then he approached, “ Pull the slip down ! “ With shaking hands you obeyed….beneath were a pair of silk bloomers, or directoire knickers to be more exact . A deep shade of mauve you could see that they were tented right out, a large darker stain on the apex of the bulge. The bastard’s. I sat back in my chair and looked at Roger. He avoided my eyes and looked at the floor. He was a good-looking boy, short blond hair, a little shorter than me at 5’6" and slim. He was well tanned, probably from spending the summer somewhere expensive. He looked older than his 18 years although not by much. I shook my head to clear the sudden image I had of me kissing him. What the hell was I going to do? The rules of the school dictated that I should report Roger but I really didn’t want to..