I pushed in about an inch, pulled out a little, pushed in another inch, and kept repeating the process until I was balls-deep.I slowly pulled out and ...ushed it back in, working a little more in and out until she was taking the whole shaft with each thrust. I started getting a good rhythm going, even pulling it out and popping it back it in. I was giving it to Marie good, and she was LOUDLY moaning and panting. Just as I was about to bust my nut she screamed "It feels so good!". Sexiest thing. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”“Okay.” Hell! Why not! I reached an arm around her and laid another kiss on her that was almost too much for the cafeteria. A voice being cleared behind me snapped us out of it.“I hope you’re at least going to hold her hand when you walk to class after that,” Beca laughed.“Um ... Yeah.”She slid into the seat beside me and when Joan looked at her plaintively she held up a finger to forestall the blonde before grabbing hold of my arm with both hands.“How soon can we. Like girls?" "I'm not sure." "But you've never tried it." "No." I draped one leg over hers and lifted my other hand to her face, "Do you want to find out?" She sat quite stiff as if afraid of me. But I had decided that this was the time to act. I tilted her face towards my lips and she didn't resist. "You seemed to like this," I said, kissing her again. She kissed me back. "I do," she said. "Now," I said, "Do you like this?" I pulled down my shirt and flipped my bra off of my small breast. She. . and those eyes! Thinking about him was driving me nuts. "How'd he do all that stuff?" I wondered. "It must have been just a trick of the light, nothing more," I thought while idly twirling a lock of my hair. I smiled to myself as I wondered what else he might be hiding underneath those fine clothes of his. Hmmm, I never did get a good look at his zipper line, now did I?I kept telling myself that it was all just a trick, but somehow that didn't seem right, and what about his fingertip? .