I couldn’t focus on driving either. A few minutes later, I told that I was about to cum, but she dint stop rather started rubbing my balls and I cam... on her hands. Finally we stopped and she got down and started to lick her cum covered fingers with a sexy grin and she came near me and told lets to more next time and went back to her place.Since we used to talk about everything, I called her up at night and asked her about it, and she told all this kissing and touching made her very horny and. That's the last time I take those to go to sleep, I thought to myself and rolled out of bed, the bright sunlight shining through my windows stabbing my eyes.Aunt Claire had left a note on the fridge saying she'd gone out with some friends and she'd be back later tonight, a hastily written cell phone number below her writing if I needed to reach her; she hated cell phones.I had the house to myself, the sun was shining, my headache eased after breakfast and it might reach forty degrees. The. Finally I’m a teenager. I’m quite average for a thirteen-year-old at four feet nine inches tall and eight-five pounds other than that I have very little in common with other thirteen-year-old girls. I wear an A-cup bra, get straight A’s in school, and I play the violin quite well too. I have also been told that I am cute.Anyway the rest of the seniors think that I am special. They all talk to me and are very nice. I was even invited to a party on the Friday after Thanksgiving otherwise called. A floorboard creaks and you freeze, listening for any indication that you’ve woken someone. You still have the chance to pretend you’re heading for the bathroom, but this is the point of no return.“What’s the worst that could happen?” you ask yourself, tentatively resuming your journey.You could get caught in the hallway…You could get caught in his room…You might wake him up…He might grab you and fuck you, right then and there…Your heart flutters at the thought. You’d let him, if he tried..