I wanted more. I wanted to feel your skin on mine. My hands fell from your hair and slid down to the front of your shirt. I quickly slid my fingers un...er it, raising it quickly, but I had so much trouble doing it since I was still kissing you and we were still grinding against each other. You pulled it off quickly, and our tongues once again began a dance that was all too familiar to us, a dance that had been mastered several times. You quickly moved us down the hall into the bedroom, tossing. The high school sorority for which both girls were pledging had only one opening this year. While Sigma Chi was usually only open to girls in grades 11 and 12, the sisters made an exception in Harriet's case because, they said, Harriet was likely to skip another grade soon and end up graduating ahead of schedule and be Valedictorian anyway.The race, The Great Grate Race, was a trial in every sense of the word. It would try the contestants' physical stamina, pain threshold, social awkwardness. 'If you can't make it for January,' I type, 'we can always do that formy 17th in March!' Predictably, this earns me a sticking-out tonguesmiley from Katie and a string of smiley faces from Dannii.'Oh no no no,' Sarah types. 'I already know what I'm doing for your17th!' I reply with a kissing emoticon of my own, which Sarah copiesinto her reply, and we spend the next minute and a half dominating thechat window with our virtual kissing!'AHH!' Dannii types. 'SO MUCH KISSING!' Needless to say,. "How can you be single?" you ask at one point."How can YOU?" she writes back."I dunno. People here just aren't very social. Anyway I just don't like too many girls here." I don't like too many guys here." She pauses. "I get a lot of creepy picture comments from dudes who stumble upon my profile. Saying they'd like to tittyfuck me and stuff." Hah," you say. You're thinking a lot more than that, though."I mean I'd like to try tittyfucking at some point. I love my boobs. They're just so fucking.