The group of friends I've made plus one of my oldest all together. Always hanging out at cinemas, parks. All relaxed and restrained. The redhead at my...side, but somehow I have not reciprocated. The Goth is there too, he's there as well like a limpet. She's in a green-mesh top through which I can see her bra and some cleavage. She's sat across the round table, right opposite. I catch a glance, luckily he doesn't as he's busy boring one of the others alongside. We make our way towards the city. As I look up, all I could see is his ballsack on the bridge of my nose with the tip of his cock pointed between my eyes. In the tip of his cock, I see a bit of cumming forming and get a bit of satisfaction knowing that he is enjoying what I’m doing. He suddenly stops me and tells me to get up on my hands and knees. “Suck my cock bitch” he says. I place his cock in my mouth and taste the familiar taste of yesterday. I began to work my head up and down as I did yesterday in which this time, he. Next Tuesday I have the entire afternoon open. Let’s go to a matinee showing of the worst movie out there. We should have the place to ourselves. Let’s mock the movie and make out.It was a couple of hours before I saw her reply appear. I had begun to worry: Would she have preferred a candlelight dinner or a walk in the park? Maybe she was turned off by me wanting to make out, like that is all there is in this relationship. That sounds so fun! I will go on Fandango and find the perfect crummy. Folks around here call her ‘The Beast.” Lucy Warren loudly cleared her throat. Her fingers drummed sharply on the corner of her desk. ‘Young man, you quit your flirting and go get those grocery ads. And don’t stop to feed your smelly horses!’ ‘I’m going, I’m going,’ Barry English said. ‘Glad to meetcha, Miss D. See ya later, Beastie.’ He swept out the door, grabbing pencils, notebooks and scraps of paper as he went. Robyn forced back a grin as she turned to Lucy Warren. ‘And what do you do, Ms..