Since she was wet she thought she would just walk home while drying off instead of changing clothes. She had a little sack with her that she said cont...ined her clothes.When we approached her house she told me to slow down. I didn't think I could go any slower without stopping. She pointed to her house and on the porch was a huge man. A big black man, maybe 6'3" and nearly 300 pounds.I said, "Holy Shit." I looked at her. "There's a gorilla on your porch."She laughed and said, "That's no gorilla.. I had a pretty good jump on him, but I had enough difficulty in manipulating the landscape that I could feel him gaining on me. I’m not exactly sure what it was that made me fear this boy so much. Physically he wasn’t intimidating in the least, but that didn’t keep the adrenaline from pumping my veins full of the latter half of the fight or flight syndrome. I ran over a low, small mound of grass covered earth that had a light dirt path worn in it from use. Use by whom, I’m not sure, as I’ve. But that wouldnt be worrisome to me unless some bitchy slut had to remind you everyday. And thats what Veronica was unfortunately, a bitchy slut. She had long curly blonde hair and deep brown eyes, a great sense of fashion, big D breasts, a nice round ass, and was only a junior at age 14 like me. She was by far the hottest girl in the school but nobody truly liked her. All the guys would get her to have sex with them and some would actually care but either way shed just dump them then tell all. The spotlight itself was incredibly hot, so I got very warm very quick. She seemed to notice that I couldn't hear her, because she arched upwards and wrapped her arms around my neck, then whispered into my ear: "I love you." I felt my head swim. I didn't know if this was part of the play or not, and I didn't care. I felt accepted, loved, desired. I kissed her and she returned my kiss passionately. There was clapping from the audience, and cheers.I reached for her tits and started rubbing them,.