I’ll try, OK? The diary part, I mean. I already saw Janey a few times.”“Good.”“May I ask you a question?”“Sure.”“Why wouldn’t you ...et me kiss you last time?”“Because you were far too emotional and far too upset to do that.”“And now?” she asked, lifting her head.“I’m not sure eight hours of sleep is enough to recover from what happened yesterday.”“Eight? More like fifteen, I think.”“Since yesterday at noon? I suppose that’s true. But even so, I wonder why you wanted to kiss me.”“I wanted to feel. Although none of us were even close to 21, we opened the cooler and browsed a bit. While Brett was bending over Sean saw all 4 of the men staring at him. Now, we were dressed as regular teenage boys but regularly wore thongs and stockings under our clothes as we did that night. This must have caught their eye although we were unaware that was the case. 2 of them came over and said something to the effect that we didn't look old enough to be looking to buy beer. Not sure exactly but we made some. It hadn't been anything close to proper sex, not at all like the stories her girlfriends used to tell each other about their own experiences with boys.Kriste had never had any stories to tell, but her friends admired her anyway for what she was trying to accomplish. Moreover, becoming popular at school had always come easily to her. Here at the academy though, things were different. Her blonde, peaches-and-cream good looks were almost a liability. For the first time in her life Kriste wished. She hissed "OHHHHHHHHHHH DAMNNNNNNNNN BABY" I pulled them out and then right back in again. That is when all hell broke loose.My wife said out loud to me loud enough for her mom to hear her "FUCK ME RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW PLEASE BABY FUCK MY WET PUSSY PLEASE" She turned causing my hand to pop not only out of her pussy but out of her shorts. Al in one movement she turned bent over the table while dropping her shorts. I was working on getting my shorts off as well and as soon as they dropped to.