” He ordered a large coffee for himself and a large tea for me, refusing to accept the $1.75 I tried to hand to him. Backing into a parking spot, Sh...are turned to me. “So,” he said, casually, “how are things? How're you finding college life?” “I love it,” I replied truthfully, with some excitement. “I really do. You were right when you said it was so much better than high school.” “That's good. What courses are you taking?” I told him and we chatted about them. He was surprised that I was. "I'm serious. This is very dangerous." Gina said, her voice full of motherly concern.When the teenager stopped walking and turned to face Gina, the older woman let out a low hiss. The girl was absolutely gorgeous. Her innocent face was cutely framed by her short, fine, blond hair, giving her a tomboyish appearance. Her small nose turned up slightly accenting her full, soft lips."I know it's dangerous - that's why I'm leaving!" the teen said."Can I give you a ride?" Gina offered. "I'll take you. Rachael shuffled around the room, slowly gathering the toiletries whileI searched my mind furiously for some way to help her. I could let herwear the pantyhose maybe but it wasn't clear whether Tom would allowthat. She sniffled and pushed her hair behind one ear. Something neededto be done with her hair, that was clear. Both girls needed haircuts andall kinds of products that Tom would never think to buy. There werebumps on her forehead and cheeks that she'd been trying to hide all. ”Jas spent Wednesday night with her mother, after we tried to see how many orgasms we could have in an hour after school. We needed a little break anyway and when we Skyped later on, neither of us could get up the energy to masturbate. What I discovered, though, was that I really missed cuddling up to her as we fell asleep. Nobody, in all our sex-ed and online exploration, had said that sex wasn’t the only thing we were missing. For the first time in my life, I wondered if my mom and dad.