It's always Jana. Well, except for losing my virginity. And she helped me do it.It happened when my cousin, Donnie, fourteen, the same age as my siste..., was over at our house one afternoon. Donnie was cute, about five-seven, medium build, wavy dark blond hair, nice smile and our mothers were in the kitchen chatting over coffee as they usually did.Jana wasn't home at the time so it was Donnie and me in the den and I could tell that he was trying to look up my skirt when I moved my legs as I sat. Theater. Do we call Shakespeare fiction? Yet it is assuredly creative writing. Yes, short stories and novels are fiction and are certainly creative writing. But well-formed essays, opinion, and rhetoric are all creative writing as well. Our emphasis will be on narrative craft, character development, and literary tropes as you both read and write creatively.”I was thinking about her introduction as I made my way to my last class of the day, chemistry, when I was slammed up against a locker by. Have you fucked any of the others in the office? She replied "NO not this office" We sat on the couch and cuddled I put my arm around her and my hand rested on her right tit. I rubbed her breast and could feel her nipple get hard. I asked her what size were her tits and she said a 38 DD is a little tight but it made her cleavage nicer. I squeezed both her tits and pulled up her t-shirt so I could kiss her hard nipples. I put a hand on her leg and slid it up and put my thumb under the hem of her. But there was one room set aside, sort of an atrium, that provided wireless connectivity. She grabbed a mocha and debated who to call. Finally she picked Sandy, the HR Manager for Hubbard. She would know what to do in a situation like this."Hi, it's Melanie. Got a question for you." Sure, what's up?" Sandy asked.Melanie explained a little about Sasha."Should we ... do we dare, um, bring her in? Or could I, you know, pass it off as a one-time thing?" Good question," Sandy said. She sighed. "This.