I am sorry, he had all but whispered, fearful of what she might do.Don’t be, Lauren had retorted instead of any of the more reasonable responses, he... back leaned against a shelf as she tried to slow down her breath and heart rate. It had barely worked, even looking at him within arm’s reach had been enough to make her head spin and she had known she wanted more. That they wanted more.They had nodded at each other, not saying another word until they had passed the counter and left the library.. Just being thorough. I knew the van wouldn’t lead me anywhere.The index card had a single phone number on it. Area code 903. I looked it up. Jersey. Written in block letters, the card said, Tomorrow. 9.Morning or evening? I read it again. Unforthcoming.My muttering black-car driver was where he was supposed to be. He didn’t get out and open the door. Well, fuck him. At Penn Station he spat out, “Paducah.”Maybe I didn’t do New York as well as I thought. Well, if I drew him again, I’d go. ”“I am 14,” she confessed.14! Holy shit how did she get in I wondered as I felt my betraying cock growing harder. There is nothing I like better than drunk naive teen pussy.“14! Wow you seem lots older. Did you come with someone? What’s your name?”“My name is Kelly and I came with my sister Kristi. We are supposed to be home.”“Kristi who?”“Wilson. She is a cheerleader here.”Oh my God. Her sister was a slut that had slept with more than half the guys in my Fraternity including me.“Kristi is. .literally every single day, several times a day I get wet from my thoughts and my panties get so wet, that I have to even change my underwear couple times a day...I was imagining getting licked by a random hookup, and the guy is eating me like a cupcake...so nice and smooth...I was grabbing his head as he was eating me … sometimes I would move his head the way I wanted to, to hit the right spots...he started to push his tongue in my pussy, it felt so good, I was almost cumming...I was moaning.