" With that said, I took hold of her hand just as tight as she was holding mine, and we walked into the school. Everyone was looking at us, giving us ...he dirtiest of looks. Our little love secret was now open for the whole word to see, and boy, were they ever looking. One of the asshole jocks, who just happened to be my ex, walked up to us and was acting very cocky "Oh, so you put out to this slut but not me, Alexis?". My eyes narrowed and I balled up my fist. "Jason, I didn't put out with you. There she was, incredibly beautiful and naked for my eyes to feast on. Not a visible hair on her entire body. I could see her clean shaven pussy. It was slightly red and swollen … already. The inner lips was visible. They looked like longing for kisses. I stretched out one hand and touched one of her tiny tits. Moved my hand across her chest and felt her hard nipples against the palm of my hand. My cock was trying to do a jail break inside my shorts. I decided to give it a helping hand. Quickly. Omg, I knew I was addicted.Over the next 6 months my behaviour became obsessive, and the frequency of such events increased to at least twice a week. The more frequent I did it, the more careless I became. First, I was not so careful about the way I put the lingerie back in the bag and secondly I was beginning to get cum on the lingerie. I got cum on the lingerie because I was not just wanking over it on the desk; I was actually wearing it while I was wanking. Yes, I was imagining myself as. ’ ‘Oh honey, you have nothing to apologize for.’ She placed her hand on my head. It felt like something had clicked inside me, all of a sudden I felt like something needed to change in my life. Why or where this thought came from, I do not know. It may have been the guilt for avoiding my family and wanting them to stop calling me. But at the base of all this I felt that this talk with my mom was exactly what I needed ‘Mom.’ I sniffled, ‘do you still have that number?’ Forgetting what she.