.this happens. I think I should have stayed home today. You know what, Heather? I'm going back home. It was nice to have met you, but I can't deal wit... these morons here.Heather: I'll walk you home, David. I don't want to stay with these fools, either.After we finally ditch them in the park, Heather and I walk back to my house.Me: Oh, no.Heather: What now?Me: I think I left my snack bag back at the park.Heather: I'll get it. I'll be right back, David.While she heads back to the park to get my. Samantha was a knock out. She lived five doors down and went to the same school as Rebecca. She was also a genius and 15. She had flowing, gorgeous red hair, a flawless cream complexion untouched by the sun, green eyes and her walk had grown men stumbling into telegraph poles. This was despite the fact the only thing that most men would find a little disappointing was her breast size. She wasn't large at all, in any way for that matter, but she had curves. A compact sex vixen.I looked at. My horny teacher played with my boobs for 15 minutes and I had already cummed 4 times by then!He then pulled my skirt down and panty too and buried his face between my legs and started french kissing my pussy. God! I was in heaven feeling his tongue circling on my pussy. He sucked and licked my pussy for about 10 minutes.He then got up and told me to kneel and I did as he said came near me and told me to pull down his pants. I unzipped his pants and pulled it down. He was standing in his. Then we'd have this brief moment, in which we felt intimacy with each other, but it was fleeting and we'd resume our horny desires on a mechanical level again. The internal struggle seemed to never stop.So now we found ourselves in a hotel room. We had finally decided and planned it carefully. We both wanted to step across the line and have intercourse with each other. We wanted to make love. We felt it was time. We wanted to stop fighting it.We rented the room. We brought the necessary.