"Where the hell did you disappear to last night? You really pissed me off Marissa," Dylan said as he walked towards her."I don't want to be with you a...ymore Dylan." She boldly stated."What?" He stopped a good foot away from her."I-I've already got another boyfriend," She said.Dylan laughed. "Yeah right. So fast? Who?"She looked over and saw Giovanni standing there looking at them argue. She waved to him to walk over towards them. Giovanni hated just looking at Dylan. He walked up to them and. .uh…same time tomorrow? she managed. sure! He smiled hopefully. She backed up alittle, and they said an awkward goodbye and both headed home with new thoughts on their minds. During that night and for the better part of the next day all they could is think about one another. Beth day dreamed for most of the day about what the buldge had been in Samuels pants, she was surprised to notice that when she did, she became wet between the legs. She nearly soiled a pair of underwear while rubbing. Most men never gave Iris the time of day. Stanley was out of her league. His paying attention to her was making her wet. Her vagina was feeling moist and tingly and she could feel her panties getting wet as the handsome gentleman continued to talk with her.Iris had given a few hand jobs and blew a man one time. She never had sex and hoped that Stanley wanted to take her to bed. She was feeling like a spinster and wanted to feel like most other women do. It wasn’t that Iris was unattractive, she. It was her expression, though, that caused me to sit and stare at the photo. Her brown eyes were open wide and seemed to plead with the camera, though for what I didn’t know. Her mouth was slightly open and seemed to be strained, lost somewhere between a smile and a scream. There was a complex mixture of emotions on her face. Was she aroused by being photographed? Offended? Was she nervous? Humiliated? All that was there and more.I sat and stared for thirty minutes or more, transfixed. I had.