She shouted at me saying “Slowly”. I went mad and placed both my hands on her boobs and started squeezing them like a hungry wolf on its prey. Guy..., the first feeling for a teenager to have her hands on a fully grown woman’s boobs is beyond words. She brought her mouth towards mine and started kissing my lips. At that age you are not that much interested in kissing and other facial contact with your partner. All you want is groping her boobs and inserting your tool into her Vagina.I broke the. She never hesitated to hand the belt over to him for his corrections and generally assumed the position with little or no prompting whatsoever. It gave valid insight to her submissive nature generally disguised by her absolute directness.She even counted accurately and with a firm voice at the handsome postman's instigation thanking him profusely for his attention to duty. The loss of her father at an early age had precluded her beloved forebear continuance of the much needed corrections and. I smiled, and then she turned and dropped the cup intoa trashcan behind the bench. Just as I went back to mybook, she softly exclaimed, “Oh, I have that.” I lookedup and smiled, raising my eyebrows.“Pardon?”She grinned and gestured to my book. “I got that, too,” she said. I looked down and held it up.“This?”She grinned and chuckled and opened her plastic bag,pulling out the same book of poetry. Then she glancedover her shoulder, back in the. Even if we ran the same social circles, I still had my own way of making an impact besides being, ‘Gwen’s friend.’ My claim to fame was my ability to complete homework on time and my willingness to share. Even Gwen relied on me for homework and other academic assistance.So when Gwen was accepted to the college of her choice, my dumb self chased right off after her. I gave up prime scholarships at prestigious schools and applied to the same one she did—the unofficial party school of the country..