Now I’ve had my share of women -- well not a lot, just a few -- touch me, but this was fantastic. Better than anything I’d felt in real life.Her h...nds were super soft and glided over me. When I felt any type of reaction, I knew she felt it too. She took great advantage of what I was feeling and enhanced it.Her hands left my sides and moved up to cover my chest. I could feel her palms riding up over my breasts. If I’d had nipples, they felt like they were being twisted and turned. I couldn’t. She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that. " Well, with a body like yours, I wouldn't expect anything else!"I couldn't believe that she said this to me. Sure, I knew that I wasn't bad looking, but until today, nobody had ever spent any attention on me. Well, I also had never run around people like this before, so maybe it wasn't that strange that I got some girls eying me."Thanks," I answered her. Well, my mother has told me to thank people if they give you a compliment, so I always did."Do you wanna dance with me?" Amanda asked while. " Am I?" Deanna played innocent. "I thought the bet was over. After all,Simone is no more, right?" You bitch. She's not even returning my calls after that scene youcaused." He. Besides we never said we couldn't run for prom queen too." This is so unfair." Are you salty that nobody nominated you? Stop being such a narcissist." No. I don't care about being prom queen. You're just interfering with afair bet." You didn't think Simone would run unopposed, did you? Oh, you did?"Deanna snickered..