I was pretty thankful I had my seatbelt on!"Yeah!" Heather nodded. "Nobody talks about it really, but why would they? It's nobody else's business, rig...t?" Ummm ... No," I shrugged, feeling really confused. "So everybody knows?" Not everybody!" she laughed. "Most of the other kids don't know, except about you now. You're like the poster girl for she-males now!" She-males?" Chicks with dicks?" Heather teased me with a grin. "You're the only one totally out, so that's pretty awesome." Oh." We're. She stood me up so she could take off my skirt and shoes. She kissed me as she unzipped my skirt and I felt cool air rush over my thighs as it dropped to my feet. I stepped out of it.She then bent down to take off my shoes. I lifted one leg up so she could take it off and toss it. I put my foot down and lifted the other leg so she could toss my other shoe as well.Jala's eyes opened up and her smile widened. "You have beautiful feet," she gushed.I had never received such a compliment. It. “Have you ever had one Maryam?”She looked down avoiding my eyes. “Yes.”I looked across the room; we were as far as I could tell not being observed. I lightly lifted her chin with my finger, looked her in the eye and asked, “Do you want another one now.”“Yes,” she spoke, and YES YES YES sang inside me. Oh, and then she gave me just the most heart-melting smile.Before I could try to fix up a ‘date’ somewhere, she told me about her ex-boyfriend, Mohammad, or ‘Mo’ as she usually referred to him. He. ” I meant it, I never stopped meaning it, but you’re unsure. I give an almost imperceptible nod and thank God I did, your supple lips find mine, locking into place. Finally. That subtle perfume you got for Christmas (probably the only good thing that came out of your relationship with that boy) fills my senses, I feel light and tingly, ready to float to that ethereal realm guided only by the scent. You bite my neck; I gasp, grounded again and kiss you. Right beneath your earlobe, a little.