She wasn't exactly subtle.And she wasn't quiet about her interest either, always begging me to come to her concert recitals, inviting me to go to chur...h with her, casually mentioning that she had no plans after school or that weekend.. And I wasn't the only one who noticed. The other students all giggled and whispered whenever she'd find an excuse to touch me, or when she'd squeeze up against me in the narrow lanes between the tables and the wall. The teacher even noticed, always gave me those. The receptionist greeted him with a warm welcome,"Hello dear I see you are 15 minutes early as usual. Please have a seatwould you like anything to drink? Amanda will be with you shortly."Henry noticed Martin had already arrived and was sitting reading thelatest Vogue. Martin was married to Ashley who was a close friend ofHenry's wife Margi. They were longtime neighbors."Hi Martin glad to see you. Are we all going to dinner tonight at thatnew Italian place?" Martin looked up and smiled at. She all but screamed at the sensation, and I smiled even wider and did it again. Lighter. And again. Harder. Finally, when I could see she could take no more of my teasing, I slipped my fingers under the fabric again, only this time, I gently pulled the fabric to the side, so she was completely exposed to me. It was slightly uncomfortable, but what I did next made her forget all about it. Gently, I parted her legs, and began exploring the folds and creases. I tugged lightly on her labia, dipped. We had both been expecting me to smile indulgently and swat his wandering hands away from my bottom after one of his habitual ‘farewell fondles’ but for some reason, at that time on that day in that room, something had made me simply stop resisting and nature had taken its inevitable, pleasurable, guilt-ridden course.To this day I can’t be sure whether any other set of circumstances would have produced the same result, but the question is academic. I had been seduced, been thoroughly fucked and.