“What the hell did you do that for?” She smiled back innocently. “Because it was fun?” “I almost died of shame!” I hissed back. “Don’t...do that ever again! That was wrong on so many counts!” She shrugged. “Okay. I thought you might enjoy it. Well, you did enjoy it. But if you don’t want to…” She finally pulled her wet fingers from my pajama bottoms and held them in front of her face, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. I tried to stay angry with her, but she started to lick her fingers. It was true. Ally. What if she finds out about this? It didn't seem feasible to imagine that all of these boys could keep this a secret. If one of them started talking, word would spread like wildfire, and Ally would surely find out. There would be no way to convince her that he hadn't engaged in the rest of the team's activities.Jake turned, and pushed his way through the crowd. A part of him wanted to stop, to turn back. He was hoping Sam would look sad, and beckon him to return. But he. Helen found new ways to surprise her. At two forty-five, Helen banged on the door, yelling for Amaya to open up because she couldn’t get the key in the door. Rick had an off-campus friend who invited them to a Sunday party. The two were twice as wasted as usual and they couldn’t stop giggling when Amaya let them in. They smelled of smoke and something else twice as acrid. Rick thanked her for letting them in while Helen grabbed Rick’s ass.To read more, click Whole PostAmaya crawled into bed and. They sat there drinking their wine and he watched her. She kept her eyes down and nervously fumbled with her fingers wondering how tonight would play out. Every so often she would steal a glance up at him and find him watching her, which would cause her to blush a bit and quickly look back down. This occurred a few times and Diane was about to say something when he spoke first. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I ever caught your first name," he said. "Diane... Diane Anderson," she said. "Well.