. . I wanted more. I wanted to feel her panties, I wanted to feel underneath her panties . . . that virgin pussy, probably now dripping with desire. ...reathing hard I broke the kiss. "Sorry, Becca. I have to stop. You're way too exciting, too hot for me. I'm afraid of what I'm feeling for you right now. I don't want go too far . . . and spoil it." She smiled bashfully, speaking quietly, almost hesitantly, "I don't mind what you are doing . . . in fact . . . I like it a lot." Caressing the top. You have to understand that tonight was as far in education as a lot of them were going, and with a few of my classmates, I knew that they were the first in their families to graduate from high school.Finally I shuffled forward to get my certificate. As I reached for it, I remembered Cindy telling me that her knees got weak. Cindy. Little Miss I Don't Know Where I Am in College. Weak-kneed over a high school diploma. And now I know why. I smiled, shook the principal's hand. Got a wink. That was. When I realised that I was daydreaming I paid attention to my driving. I couldn’t remember the last half an hour so I was feeling quite lucky that I didn’t crash. I turned the radio on. Wham came on singing, ‘Last Christmas.’ I sang along, ‘Last Christmas I gave you my heart …’ I didn’t even think anything and the lyrics meant nothing to me at the time. Finally I arrived home. It was late Christmas Eve. The next day Catherine was coming over for lunch and I was going to her parent’s place for. I had visions of us tumbling around my bed, filling the room with our combined scents. It was the sweetest perfume. It is like going to a market when you're hungry and every sense is assailing you to satisfy these overwhelming impulses. "Are you from around here?" I asked. "No. Well, yes, I'm in the Marines and home on leave for the week," she told me. Her arms tighten just slightly around me. I like it and I smile up at her. "My parents don't know, " she says after a moment of silence. .