Everyone was worried you go all Jeremy on them. That mute girl, that one who skipped all those grades, even caught crap from Mrs. Claremont. What was ...he deal with that shit anyway? That girl never did anything and always got perfect scores. No one messed with her either. Not quite like you, though. She did participate in stuff even if she can't talk. Kind of hard to insult and cut-down someone that does not fight back or cry." I wish I remembered more about stuff that happened at school. I. Until he came.· In the bedroom I found a hair dryer I sat on the edge of the bed drying my hair.· Brian lay on the bed watching me.· I pushed him on to his stomach and kissed and rubbed his back working from his shoulders down to his buttocks I kissed them and lent over him so my breasts rubbed them.· He rolled over and I massaged his cock with my breasts I was in need again.· Think I had better call for help he said after we had made love again.· . He didn't seem to mind that I was a couple of years younger than he, and we got along pretty well during the party. Since a couple of the guy there had snuck in some beer, things started to get a little out of hand. After a couple of fights broke out in the front yard, a neighbor called the police. With me being under the age of seventeen I was in violation of the local curfew law, and was looking to get out of there fast. I went flying out the back door and ran smack into Greg who was talking. When we first saw each other we gave a coy smile and a polite hug as we always do. There was so much sexual tension in the air I was afraid everyone else would notice. The long weekend began and my mind constantly raced as to when or if this was going to happen. I didn’t want to be too persistent but I was constantly aware of every situation to see if any time presented itself as the right time. It was tough. There were so many people in the house there was hardly a moment any of us were.