As heavenly as it was, I found that I was beginning to let him in as I relaxed and gave into the blissful ecstasy, and it was freaking me out. I star...ed to get kind of angry. He was making it impossible to say no, and I didn’t want to admit I liked any of this. I spat somewhat bitterly, “You’re not straight.” Instead of taking it offensively like I meant it, he watched me, amused, and kissed me. “I guess I needed someone to plant the idea.” Before he fully finished his sentence he pressed. She said that would lightly bite on my neck to muffle her moans. I told her how I would pick her up and lay her down on the table with my cock still in her and I would grab her ankles with my hands, and spread her legs far apart, giving myself a straight view of my cock going in and out of her wet pussy. I knew she was playing with herself, I texted her how unfair it was that I couldn't jerk off since I was at work. She told me to tell her more and that she was so close to cumming. I went on to. There was no apparent game plan from that point onward. What happened, happened.Nicole stroked her finger along the wet crack of Marita's cunt, feeling the cunt-lips grow warmer and warmer, like sticks rubbing together to start a campfire. Marita held her wrist, guiding the hand."Yes, stick your finger in me!" she moaned, straightening out the middle finger of Nicole's hand and easing it into the already- fucked opening of her cunt.She was like jelly inside, the lining of her pussy awash in. I avoided them as much as possible by hanging out after school. I even got a part time job even though I had a full academic scholarship.I thought that in time, maybe my desire for her would lessen. I thought that the images of her masturbating would lessen, and that I would stop replaying the erotic massage. Instead I thought of these things more and more. Nightly, I'd jerk off in my bed, hoping that Isabelle could hear me. I know it's stupid, but I couldn't help it. I felt that if she could.