I could feel my cheeks burn, panic setting in. What had I done? Had I pushed things too far? ‘Fuck,’ he exclaimed as he slammed his cock into me v...raciously. Again and again he thrust hard and fast. I was so overwhelmed by the intensity I could not catch my breath. Suddenly he collapsed onto my chest, as if he had given up, head buried into my neck. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said as the tears welled up, wrapping my arms around him. We laid there for only seconds, but it felt like so much longer, locked in. She had been picked for the cover of the team's swimsuit calendar. The picture showed the young woman rising up out of the water on the beach. Her long blonde hair was wet and fell to the small of her back. The only thing she wore was small black panties. Her arm crossed her bare beasts and the bikini top dangled from the hand. Her full red lips were pursed and her blue eyes wide with an "Oops" expression. That picture was now hanging in 65% of the male student's lockers. One geek had made it. "Perhaps he just wanted to find out if I was the type who came across, honey," she suggested."You aren't!" he said reassured and sitting down beside her again. "But you do smell awfully of scotch!" Yes, he gave it to me and I was too frightened to refuse." You did the right thing," the young ambassador drew her toward him again. He wanted to comfort her, yet Douglas Harper could not help wondering if she really had done the right thing. She had accepted the scotch and refused the sex. Without. -Her mom even trusted me so much that sometimes she would go out and leave us both alone in the house.-After we finished high school we stayed friends but we didn't see each other as often as we used to, but she told once that she got engaged, he was the son of a VERY well known Billionaire here in Alexandria so he was very rich and i known him a little because we used to live close to each other, he was older that me but we used to go to the same cafe and we sometimes would say hi or whatever.