It was a day in school (back when I even went) I had asked her were she was from as she was so pale. The teacher then scolded me for thinking I was ra...ist I don't see how as I'm white to. But o well but somehow we started talking first it was small hey hi but then something happened and our friendship blossomed she gets mad as she thinks all I want is sex from her but I don't I wouldn't mind it that for sure. But who wouldn't from a buetifull girl like her? It just bugs me sometimes knowing. It felt like my brain was on the electric chair with sparks arcingbetween every neuron, and in back of the pain flashed visions of my bodywrithing and convulsing on the floor. But it was fading, and like thefoamy surf rolling back from a wet beach I felt sudden quiet and reliefand...and...I blinked awake a weird swirly confusion like I was assaulted by allmanner of different thoughts of surprise at once. Dazed, I staggered offthe floor and dropped on my bed, my bosom heaving as I wheezed as. He looked relaxed, and smiled when he caught her eye. Veronica grinned widely at him. Someone in the class coughed, and Veronica bit her lip, struggling to maintain her neutral facial expression for the class.After a short break, the class resumed with longer poses. Veronica arranged herself in a sitting pose, while George lay on his back beside her. On impulse, she placed a hand on his chest, running his fingers very lightly through the hair there. George reached up to wrap his arm across her. As I have now got my brain thinking before my mouth speaks I decide it is best not to comment on the damp patch even as a joke. “Do you want to see some more?” you laugh. With that you let your skirt ride even higher. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmvery nice.” I reply I wonder if you know I can see that your knickers are soaking wet or are you are oblivious to it. I decide to try and find out. I flirt with you to see what reaction you give me. I tell your boyfriend is a lucky man to have a woman with such.