Which I don't! But I stray from the story, and I hope you can forgive me! After some chit chat I don't remember to well, since I was to busy panicking...and taking in the fact that this glorious man actually was talking to me, we found ourselves outside the club, in the back ally, sharing a cigarette and taking a brake from all the noise inside. His hair shone even under the dull glow from the street lamps, and my heart was imitating a humming-bird. I know I shouldn't belittle myself, but I have. “I should thank you!” I replied.She laughed, grabbed my arm, and gave me a quick peck on the lips, before we went into the house. We walked through to the backyard and each got a soda from the cooler. Violet winked and walked over to where Liz and her friends were and Clarissa came to stand next to me.“Last fling?” she asked quietly.“I expect so,” I replied.“She looks VERY happy!” Clarissa said looking towards where the girls were standing.“Well, there IS a pool table in their basement,” I said. But none of the boys I knew, would ever make a move and I was really afraid of looking like a slut. I couldn't talk to anyone I knew about my sex obsession. My friends were all virgins, and would probably think I was weird if I told them how much I needed to be fucked. So every day I suffered, almost feeling like I was going completely mad with this burning need to have a dick inside me.In my time in summer school I met this pothead girl. Her name was Sarah. She had red hair, pale skin, and a. "Just hold me a minute," I beg."Sara," he whispers as he brushes damp hair from my forehead. Running his hands over my shoulders and down my back, he pulls me against him. Gradually, I start a slow rocking motion with my hips."You should have told me," he says."You wouldn't have done it," I smile, sitting up straight and rocking a little faster on his glorious cock! "Would you?" I ask as he fondles my tits and I look into his beautiful brown eyes."No, I guess I wouldn't have," he says, pinching.