I thought he was the epitome of attractiveness. He was still in school. His final year. It felt utterly taboo to think of him in this way.I was not so... Though my age certainly hadn't ravished my body, I was not as I used to be. At school I was a star tennis player. I certainly knew that my coach wasn't trying to help me improve my forehand when he leant his meat into me. Now, as I look in the mirror, I only see the remnants of a shattered marriage. I was now pale and slightly worn. My breasts. We both giggled between kisses as we stumbled to his bed.‘I’ve wanted you all day and you’ve kept your distance from me.’ Jake said softly between kisses.His hand had worked under my top and was caressing my tit. My mind threw me an image of his hand on Heather’s tit. I dismissed it. My mind threw it back. Jake had moved his kisses to my neck and didn’t notice my wince. I shouldn’t do this till I’ve confronted him, but the truth is I want him too. I want him to show me I’m his because deep. He then combed a partaround the sides and back of my head and gathered up the hair on top andheld it up out of the way with a clip. He then fired up his clippers andcommenced buzzing my sideburn off and continued right up to the part hehad created. He then did the other side of my head and continued towardsthe back. He then had me bow my head as low as possible and he buzzed mynape all the way up to the part he had combed at the crown of my head. Myhair was now about an eighth of an inch long. P. European History class, the two rarely agreed on anything, and their heated discussions reeked of dislike for each other. Brady was the boy Erin had known the longest of all her classmates. A sixth grade mutual crush, turned awkward boyfriend/girlfriend attempt, turned immediate break-up on her part left the two in mutual hatred. It was sad, because when Erin really thought about it, they had been truly good friends before they decided to ‘go out.’ They were too young to be embarrassed with.