As I was about to ask Brittany, I wasinterrupted."Christina," Carl said running up to me. "Hi. I'm Carl." Hi Carl," I said. "I know your name already.... Awesome." He smiled. "Christina, I was wondering," he started. Thenpaused. "Do you have a date to homecoming?"I froze. What do I say? Shit. I may want to go with homecoming with Jess.Or Chase. Or by myself. But I don't want to go with Carl."I'm sorry Carl," I said trying to let him down gently. "I was planningon asking someone else this. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a shadow movement and recognized it as the shape of a woman. That was about the only time I really recognized the shape but was sure she was watching other times when I was gettting fucked. After the old man shot his wad he bent me over his knee and a soft set of lips (I'm still not sure whose these lips belonged to) closed around my asshole and began to suck. I felt some stuff come out but I didn't know exactly what it was. But it sure felt good. . I wonder if you might help me?" "With what?" I replied. "I'm new in town and not familiar with this store. I could use a hand in finding things.” “I might be able to help. Where's your list?” “Well… I really don't have one. I'm not much of a cook, and was thinking of fixing something... Italian. Do you have any suggestions, Miss?” "First of all, my name is not ‘Miss,' it's Carol, and I would be happy to help a fellow shopper in need.” "Thanks, Carol. You're sweet to help. My name is Chuck." He. But she's older than me, I am nineteen. It's so obvious. She has maturity and certainty about her, experience, and I find it very attractive. I could seriously worship this woman.I adjust my arm slightly, holding her close, the warmth of her skin along my side a comfort, her left leg resting so neatly between mine, her smooth private area moistening my hip. That was a surprise, no hair at all. I knew most girls my age shaved or waxed, but I didn't expect it from Suzy. My Suzy.My Suzy.I mouth.