I loved to feel of the water when it first started to run down my body. I loved to watch as its wetness covered my breasts and dripped off my nipples....The rest ran between my breasts down to my mound, tickling as it touched. Then I spread my legs to allow the warmth to go between my legs and to run down the inside of my thighs to the floor below. I cupped my breasts and presented them to the shower as an offering to what was to come. Squeezing them together, I felt the spray hit my nipples.. "Hey! Come here. Man!" said Stan. I walked down the sidewalk, to his Dad's BMW. He had the top down. His father was quite rich. He always spoiled his son. Stan was wearing some expensive clothes, a nice hat and a huge watch on his left wrist. "Dude! Nice outfit. I thought gym class was over man.." he laughed. "All I had, after sweating to death. Cleaning the detention room one last time." I said. "Thanks for not saying, I passed the note. You know my parents. They kill me, if I got detention.". The skin so warm and inviting, swirls of dark black hair travelled down, narrowing as it ran from chest to navel, and then beyond, the rest of the trail hidden by the waistband of his jeans. Tentatively raising a hand up she lightly touched his chest, her hand stroking across the inviting flesh and wiry hair, eliciting a groan from him, his eyes closing as he absorbed her touch upon his hot body. Opening them again he bent down, kissing her sweetly, and then sat down on the end of the bed to. ..’ He waved the grinning thug away. ‘No, no more for the moment but don’t worry, your turn will come, I promise.’He strolled forwards, his thin face split by a wide smile of sadistic anticipation. Behind him she could see others, two men in white shirts; the one the Captain had stopped and another grinning thug beside him. Her breath bubbling through wetness, Carol managed to straighten up. Ignoring the spreading ache in her abdomen she stared back defiantly at her tormentors. He waved one.