I could see that he was a taller man, around 6'1 or so and lean of build. Sandy short hair, maybe even light brown. I really couldnt tell too much in ...he darkness of the theater. He too had on shorts and for the first time I felt the coolness of the theatre on my shaven legs. My boyclit was hard. Excited really. Very excited at the prospect of what might lay ahead. I followed him down a couple of steps to a room where beyond were two doors. From one I could hear and see the light coming from. Her pussy lips were firmly closed and running my cock up and down her slit didn't make things better. I spit on my fingers and pushed them in and began to massage her clit. At the same time, I pushed my cock against her pussy lips, hard, penetrated them, and began ramming my cock into her unwilling pussy."That hurts," she wailed.I pushed my cock all the way in and began trying to move it up and down, which the dry pussy made difficult. I continued massaging her clit. I knew my cock was going. I was hoping for a slow jog. What I got instead was a kick in the butt and the longest, most excruciatingly exhausting run of my entire life. I lost my footing more than once, but Ryan was always there to catch me. Unfortunately, he was also there to insult me each and every time I faltered. By the time he finally allowed me to dismount the treadmill, I was so exhausted that I only made it two steps before my knees gave out. This time Ryan wasn’t there to catch me. I crumbled to the ground. And. I had enough trouble keeping track of Tif's many boyfriends. She seemed to have a different one every week. Keeping up with Tif's dates, let along the boyfriends of another cute teen, was more than I could handle."Not now! I'll tell you who it is soon." She then hung up.'Now that was strange.' I thought to my self. Of course, who can understand a teenager, especially a female teenager.It was Saturday, February 14th, Valentines Day. Tiffany was going out with one of her boyfriends. The school.