I had four weeks without a boyfriend before Scott asked me out. He was quieter than a lot of the other boys but he was different. More mature but stil... confident. I liked that.And now that I am in Second year we are still an item. Nearly six months and still going strong. Scott is handsome and very fit. Very, very fit. Damn I could eat him. I am madly in love with him. We make out all the time. He is such a good kisser. Deep, loving, frenching. Mmm. But we don’t go any further. He tried to feel. I shouldn’t be doing this. She raised her knees, spreading her legs further apart. I don’t even know if she’s interested in me that way. She completely surrendered to her urges, closing her eyes and conjuring visions of Mandy in her mind. Her pretty eyes. Her long hair. She slipped a finger inside. Those slightly pale, but perfect legs. That smile. She concentrated on her clit, massaging rapidly back and forth. Her own natural juices soaking her hand. Heather made an audible sound—something. She begged me not to get her pregnant, but when I made it clear that was the only way she could keep getting fucked, there was nothing she could do but count the days util her missed period. For the last month of so she has been getting all the usual cravings (pickles by the barrel and pistachio-prune ice cream by the gallon) and is happily knitting little pink booties -- TWO SETS!I'm overjoyed, seeing her waddle around the house with that big smooth tummy filled to bursting, her tits ballooned. It was the hottest day of the year and I was dripping sweat from the Moment I had gotten out of the shower. I was only wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt but still the summer made me feel uncomfortable with my sweat-soaked shirt stuck to my skin and my legs glued to the train seat.When the train finally got there I Was the first one to jump out and then I followed the directions she had sent me and exited the station southbound. Then I lit a cigarette and waited. not for long, though. after a.