She was enshrouded in satinsheets and enraptured by the feel of the silky, slinky, feel of herlingerie cosseting the bed linen.The feel of the gossame...-like garments against her sensitive fleshinvoked memories which pervaded her dreams.She dreamed of being William Styles, at home between school terms, alonewith his stepmother; his stepfather as usual away on some errand for BigTony.William stood in the doorway to his mother's bedroom watching her trimfigure; her back to him as she slid her. ............. and then some. I walked out the door and headed to our spot in the woods. She was already there when I showed up."You kept me waiting ALL DAY", she said."Well I couldn't break away earlier", I said. "Mmm, I bet", she saidI stood there looking her up and down. I couldn't help it I mean she looked so dam good.At about 115lbs she was certainly slender and a little taller than most 14 year old girls I knew. She had on those tight jeans which followed the slight curve in her hips as. After beating off more and more I started to crave the real thing plus my curiosity grew more and more by the day. So one night while I was driving around I decided to drive by the store and see what the traffic looked like. The place had a few cars so I went to the backside and parked and walked in. This time, I was going to browse the booth sections more in depth. So I bought some lube to use to beat off in the booth. I went back to the first area I saw the last time and it was too cold and. " the voice whispered again.I looked around, conscious that I was dreaming. Kurt was there, lurking behind me, a shadowy form with a mohawk and red eyes and silver glinting at his lip from his piercing. Kurt loved piercings, the asshole had made me get piercings all over my body: my lips and nose, my nipples and clitoral hood, and both of my labias. The holes had healed over the last thirteen years, but not the memories. I could still recall Kurt pulling on the rings piercing my nipples, or my.