Why do I always compare myself to Mary Jane? She knew the answer, she had always envied MJ’s blatant disregard for what other people thought. I was ...he good girl and look where it got me. She had to admit that although her motivation was honorable, she enjoyed making out with different males and having different dicks inside her regularly. She knew that Mary Jane was active with other boys but thought I bet she hasn’t been fucked by as many as I have. The minute the thought went through her. ’ He swallowed. They had always been honest with each other. ‘I was thinking — about you. Being here.’ Her eyes became coy as she asked innocently, ‘And what about me, being here?’ He could not stop the words. ‘I was thinking about you. Wanting you. Wanting you bad. Wanting to rock your world, now, tonight.’ There. It was out. She felt herself get lightheaded as she considered her answer. A single word, a single touch now would change everything. She looked into his eyes and knew she was. With a sly smile, Tony stopped, the thick root of his cock just barely exposed. Her head snapped up to meet his gaze. “You’re teasing me?” Her dry tongue tried vainly to moisten her lips. “No. Get them off… now.” The corners of his mouth curled upward, setting off tiny charges inside Alice’s chest. All at once she could breathe again and she wanted him more than ever. He resumed dragging down his shorts, baring a long, veined shaft until the elastic caught on the prominent ridge surrounding. Alan hesitated, and Ms. Kelly repeated, ‘Now!’ So he took his leave. There were only two periods after lunch, and Alan was even more distracted than before. Not only was he still puzzled about his encounter in the hospital, he couldn’t wrap his mind around what went down in the English classroom. His last period of the day was Physical Education, and he was so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed the basketball headed towards his head as he ran down court. It didn’t hit him that hard, but.