My dresswas still stuck in my panties. I pulled it out and pressed out thewrinkles. "Sorry, I forgot."She smiled and winked at me. "I'm not, it wor...h the look."My ears burned, and I know I got even deeper red.* * * * *It wasn't a big place, by cafeteria standards. I suppose there wereabout thirty people in the room. So sitting at the long tables in thecenter, some at the smaller two people tables around the outside of theroom, and some at the hot carts at the far end selecting there. "When you feed yours to me," she countered wickedly, once again reaching down between her legs for yet another slick-silky portion.Paul squeezed his own penis, felt the droplet of rolling precum ooze from it's tip, gathering, then extending his finger towards her as though feeding her by spoon, his own mouth open as though feeding a child."Hmmm', she moaned happily, cleansing his digit, her hand busily between her legs where as promised, so to did she then reply in kind.Another squeeze, another. The ‘nerds’ or honors students at school did not care for a kid younger than all of them taking all the accolades. The same reaction to a much lesser degreed happed to him with his sports teams. So when his father announced he would soon have not only a new step-mother but a new step-sister he did not think life would change all that much. Happily he was very wrong. Rachelle, his new step-mother was very caring and respectful of his right to be himself. But that did not mean she would let him. My eyes are closed and my breathing becomes shallow, anticipation shuddering through my eager body. My hand reaches for the bedside table on the left, closing around a small tub and bringing it back to my body to twist the lid off. The muted scent of vanilla fills the air around me and I press one finger to the creamy body butter, scooping a small amount and rubbing it into the index finger of my left hand. Up and down, up I down, I rub my index finger, feeling it become slick with the body.