It was so sexy. His smile was absolutely perfect, and it made me melt when he flashed it around. Lana and I would nibble on our pencil erasers and sta...e at him intently to see if he would look at us. It was all a silly high school game. We knew, as well as Mr. Robinson did, that he could never lay a finger on us. The bell rang, and everyone was gathering their books when he said, "Stacy and Lana, can I speak to you two for a minute?" We looked at each other and half smiled, but at the same time. Todd smiled and made room on the sofa for me to squeeze in. I was grateful to see someone I knew and even more so that he seemed happy to share his space with me. Todd was the best friend of a man I'd recently been seeing on and off, but that had since fizzled the way flings tend to. "Not so 'small' from what I've heard" said Todd when I'd sat down. "Eh?" I replied. "Oh never mind, how are you? You here with Paul". "Yes and no, he gave me a lift here but we're not together, to be honest I don't. I did. But I couldn't do anything about it. I was afraid you'd reject me. And hate me. You don't know how hard it can be to be a lesbian. Even today." "I don't know anything about it, Julia. I just know I feel good looking at you and my pussy is really hot and wet. What're we going to do? This is wrong, isn't it?" "No little one. It's great. C'mon and I'll show you. I'll show you lots of things Trish. Here, sit down on my bed and spread your legs. I'll make you happy. I'll make you feel things. Despite all these passionate moments, he was not doing anything but receiving my kiss. His hands were still on his side. I said in a stern voice, “Hug me… Kiss me.” He was prompt in his action. His hands were around my body, caressing back and ass. He simultaneously continued kissing me.He was a good enough kisser, knew how to use his tongue. I was harsh in my smooch, kissed him hard, slapped his cheeks, pulled his nipples, slapped on his ass, and scratched his back. He was just the opposite,.