'She walked across to his desk and leaned forward to pick up his mug, and a wave of flowery scents reminiscent of a summery day, assaulted his senses,...leaving him in a state of frozen arousal, with an almost animal edge to it, as he pictured the two of them running through a moonlit woodland setting, heavy with the scent of its flowers.He blinked away the golden flecks in his eyes, as the perfume slowly evaporated, and he realised that Iris had left the room again, without him even. Almost.I developed my first crush (and I can only be grateful that I'm straightin a physically sexual respect), but the feelings I had for her were oddindeed. I never worked up the ire to tell her that I liked her that way,even though we were friendly acquaintences, but I found that I had twoentirely different fantasies. The first was the normal one that I supposehas been implanted into my mind by society, the one where she and I datelike a normal middle-school couple. The other, though, was a. My balls ached as I thrust faster and faster.Melody came first. Her pussy spasmed about my dick, hungry for my cum. It spurted out of me in mighty blasts, basting her cunt. I slammed my cock deep into her pussy. The table quivered and rocked. My dick buried into her cunt, my back arched.“Cum in me!” Melody begged. “Please, Clint! Please! Shower me in your love.”“Do it, big brother,” Alicia gasped. Her small nose quivered, her glasses slipping. Her pigtails danced as she thrashed. She gripped my. I lost the next hand, you should have seen their surprised looks when I removed my sweater and wasn’t wearing a bra. They all had stupid looks on their faces. I said, “C'mon guys, don’t tell me you have never seen breasts before?” Joe spoke up and said, “Yeah we've seen them before, but never thought we would ever see yours, you never come to our parties or hang with us. We just thought you were stuck up and too good for us.” I smiled, and said, “Nah, I just usually hang with a different crowd..