I reached tentatively towards her and touched the cloth above her breasts. ‘Damn you not that way! Like the scullery maid.’ The sheer contempt se...t an angry shiver through my spine and I growled beneath my laboured breath. This time I reached out and grabbed a handful of your jacket and pulled it to me. The fabric and buttons ripped open as you fell into my arms. I held you and taking the red lace shift beneath your jacket I ripped from your breasts exposing the creamy skin beneath them. Below. Damon and Mr. Compton, I understood completely. Like them, Derrick was a different breed. Like them, he could and should ignore ‘no’! ‘You are just awful, Derrick. But I guess it’s true that good girls do like bad boys,’ I said, smiling coyly into his eyes. ‘I also heard that you never use a condom and that you got at least six girls pregnant in high school, not counting Mrs. Martin.’ ‘Eight.’ ‘You have eight kids!’ I exclaimed. ‘I got one. The others got taken care of.’ ‘Abortions?’ . She lived in a distant city and was visiting my family for about a week when it happened. It was nice to see her again and listen while she told stories about the family during the years I was growing up. Grandfather had died a few years earlier so Mom and Dad often invited her to visit us and stay a few days. During this particular visit, Mom and Dad had to attend a special social obligation one evening. Mom asked me to stay with grandmother that evening to keep her company. I agreed, but I. I reached down and grabbed my long dress and pulled it up until I had reached his trousers. The fashions of the day were truly not conducive for such activity, but I managed to reach the feel of his trousers. I felt along with his linen material a bulge of his own. I smiled at him as I stroked his pants from the outside and then slowly unbuckled his trousers. I pushed up on my feet slightly in order to give his trouser room to slide down his body, just enough room for his growing organ to be.