“My Sundays belong to me anyway,” I confirmed.Secondly, I found a folded up note in my locker Friday morning, written in feminine penmanship.“Do...’t trust Lexie!”I had no idea who had written it and deposited it in my locker, but they weren’t telling me anything I didn’t already know.Lexie had told me Thursday that she was picking me up to bring the four of us to the game Friday night. Low and behold, she was right on time this week.I had a light jacket over a hoodie. As I climbed into the van,. I grabbed for her hair and clamped my mouth down on hers. There was nothing she could do, I slammed into her again and again, I couldn't help it, I wanted to hurt her as I fucked her. I knew she'd remember her first time forever.I knew I was about to cum so I buried my prick full in her pussy. I felt the sperm flood her, my balls contracted, it was almost painful as I pumped her full of my cum, though I can't tell you how good it felt. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest, I could. Phone rings "Hello?"-Me "Yes is Diana there?" "Sorry no she is out right now."-Me "Ok when she gets back tell her I need to speak with her, ok?" "Sure thing..mrs.?Who is this?"-Me "This is Ms. Sullivan."-Ms. Sullivan "Ok ill tell her."-Me "Thanks, bye."-Ms. Sullivan "Bye."-Me I put the phone down "Well now that that is out of the way time to do what I have been wanting to do for months!"-Me I got my phone and looked through my pictures. I found the right one, the picture was a picture of Elliot. She didn’t seem excited as I was. I went in and handed her the bill and she told me to sit down. And she had offered me some aloo buja. She told me that she wanted to talk to me about what happened that day. I burst out saying “Yes it was amazing” she smiled and told me, yes I know that’s why we shouldn’t do it anymore. I asked her it’s not causing anyone any harm right it’s our secret and that we’ll keep it between us. She told me that it was wrong and I was too young and she was old enough to.