The large steamer trunk sitting nearby was filled to the brim as well.The trunk was a wooden cedar trunk designed to keep clothing fresh and asgood as...new once packed away. After dusting the trunk off with a clotheach heavy clasp gave a thud. The lid creaked as she swung the heavytrunk open. Lifting a box containing costume jewelry out of the way shegasped to see the trunk was filled with all manner of frilly frou-frouand sturdy ladies foundation garments, old fashioned corsets, fan. We both stepped into the shower and started to wash off. I encouraged him to touch me, not that it took much encouragement. His hands roamed my body and I gently more alive than I had when my ex used to touch me. We kissed and made out, and it all seemed so natural to me. After our shower, I sent him to his room to get dressed and get ready for school. Once he was out the house I had time to think about things. I went through it in my head. I knew it was wrong, and I knew I shouldn’t have done. Towards the midway point of the stairs I could hear a noise at first I wasn’t sure what it even was, a grunting noise and a slapping sound, then it hit me, someone was getting fucked! From the last few steps of the stairs I could see into Mary’s room, she was on her bed, legs on Johns shoulders and he was thrusting away at her. I was devastated. I wanted to leave but I couldn’t turn away, watching Mary my crush, the girl I was going to ask out that night, squirming on the end of his cock just. Half moaning, Half speaking, I said, “Mmmm, Jamal, what are you doing?” “I’m just doing what you always wanted me to do, baby,” he said. Was he right? Was this what I always wanted? Who cared? I wanted him right then and there. I needed him. He pulled off my undershirt and kissed me on my lips again. I was in heaven. He moved from my lips to my neck to my ears and down to my breasts. He licked circles around my nipples and then bit down. I moaned out loudly telling him I wanted more. He would.