I lay there, wet, exhausted, relieved, relaxed and calm.My sore thighs still surrounded my tired sticky fingers.Then I slept.I walked in the door just...before midnight, wondering how I would find Oscar. I needn't have worried. He was keeping an eye out for me, and as soon as he saw me he excused himself and walked over.He looked delicious. Dark pants with a white shirt, a long black apron marking him as a waiter, his face lit up in a smile. I wanted him there and then, and wished I could tell. Her head falls back, her passion-laden eyes staring up at my face. I lower my head to brush soft kisses over her lips. Her head follows mine when I pull away, trying to capture my lips. It’s all about the tease. The music changes, getting more aggressive. Our tempo picks up with the change in music. Our breath is coming faster, harsher. The music changes again, we’ve drifted towards the wall. I push her against it, covering her body with mine. My lips move over her neck, my teeth tug at her. I guess she doesn't know what it's like for a guy to be nice to her because when I gave it to her she said, "Oh my god, thank you so much (turns to Ashley) he's so nice". I'm just thinking to myself, " Ok I just picked up your bag it's not that big of deal". The next day I walked in the classroom rather late and when I got to my seat Michelle turned and said, " Hey" with a big smile on her face. "Hey" I said smiling, "thanks for picking up my bad yesterday". "Oh it was nothing don't. For several minutes, I flipped thru the pages of the magazine, keeping my eyes averted. I leant over again, taking more time than before; I rifled thru them and choose another magazine, this time I openly licked my lips while looking up at the boy and his father, and saw that both their eyes were glued to me chest.I felt the wetness of my panties increase, as I imagined them ravaging me in my mind, and shifted again, offering a beaver shot, with the wet spot very visible. The nurse called the.