Well, that solved the question of where this girl was from. Her English was OK, but trust an American to not bothering to check."Do you speak English?... Anita smiled at that question. Give the girl a chance to ask before assuming she's arrogant!"Yes, some." The stranger smiled."Good. My Spanish is horrible. I'm Taylor." Anita." The two nodded at each other. Anita was still too wary for a hand shake."And sitting behind me so you don't get nervous is my boyfriend, Fred." Anita's eyes shot up and. We start talking. We were catching up after a long time. Till then, I didn’t have any bad intentions for her. Our booze and food arrive. We start drinking, and the alcohol kicks in and begins its magic.Suddenly I developed a lust for SMS. I start seeing her in a different view. She was not the friend I thought she was. I had started thinking with my small head. That moment I badly wanted her in bed. But somehow, I controlled my urge to bang her.Let’s digress a little bit from the main topic.. Janelle knew she was a slut – but kind of classy, at least by Wellington standards, which are admittedly very low. She’s definitely got plans for moving on – even though her parents don’t know yet. Janelle is going to ditch this shitty town. She’ll run out of guys soon anyway. And she’ll have the experience for bigger and better things.Everyone around Wellington was going to the Saturday night disco. Some people with cars, or boyfriends with cars were even coming out from Dubbo. The band was. We continued in this embrace for quite sometime. He pushed me down till we were both lying on the white sand. He covered my neck with soft kisses while letting his hand travel from my neck to the side of my breast then down to my stomach. He started kissing me more urgently, more forcefully, his hand came up to fully come my full breast in his hand. His thumb teased my hard nipple through the thin material of my white summer dress. I let out a moan and arched my back. I brought my hand up to.