Her legs stretched out in front of her with a slight bend in the knees. Her arms begrudgingly let me go and she laid there looking at me for my next m...ve. Kneeling down, I smiled at my prize and my mouth salivated at the thought of her creamy twat. Reaching to each hip, I grabbed at her shorts and panties and tugged them down her legs. She cooed as she felt them slip down her legs and the cool air of the garage tickled her butt and moist pussy."Take your hands and grab your knees from behind,". They had even practiced their first kisses on each other, one of the clumsiest episodes of her life, she thought, but also one of the hottest in a weird sort of way. After that, when she had been at a slumber party where girls were kissing each other to practice for eventually kissing an actual boy, she’d kept her mouth shut about her session with Drew, but had gone along like everyone else, and had been considered a “natural” at kissing. When she told her brother the next day, they had roared. I signed up for the year book committee. I joined the photography club. I even got a part time job. What I had planed would cost money. The weeks went by and I suffered. Oh, how I suffered. But with each passing day, instead of getting depressed, I was getting happier. It was no more then a week out from yearbooks when Sara finally caught on that I was happy. I knew she wouldn’t let that slide. When she stopped me in the hall, I was prepared. ‘Why the hell are you so happy, you damn pervert?’. When I saw her shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, perky C cups and tight little ass, I wanted to make her mine. We immediately hit it off, and soon were inseparable. We went and did everything together. Since I was 21, she relied on me to help her get drunk when we went out to bars and clubs. We always spent the weekend together, and even her friends and my friends got along well.One night in late February, I snuck her back to my dorm. Within minutes, I had her top off, and was working on.