" No way! Really?" Yep, all you have to do is ask," Rachael said. Then she watched as themacho stud seemed to morph into the insecure 13-year-old that...mostteens are inside."I ? uh ? would you ask her for me?" No," Rachael laughed. "Look. If you want, I will walk with you over toher table. But you have to ask her." Okay. When?" Now silly. You don't want someone else to ask her first, do you?" No, no. But now?"Rachael practically hauled him to his feet, and pushed him across theroom. Halfway. I don’t want to finish off in my bedroom. I want you to do it.I watch her unzip her cargo shorts and pull them down. Her matching floral bikini panties find themselves on the floor mat next to her shorts.She moves up over my face and my tongue instinctively finds her fragrant lips. I hungrily lap up her wetness and find another piercing just below her clit!I like your vaginal piercing, I say between licking.Shhh, Zoe scolds me. Listen to the music…Although the rain might pour A thunder starts. Was the attraction of the taboo wearing off? Had we emptied out our curiosity? For a couple of days we barely even hung out. --- That is until one Friday evening when everything was about to change between us forever. As usual there was a dance thing going on at the youth centre. And as usual me and Karen were outside smoking, sharing a beer, quite bored. At least I was but the smile on Karen's face suggested she had something out of the ordinary on her mind. “What's on your mind K?” She. I could picture her almost pacing. But why was she seeming so put out? Was it a tactic, to get me to act? If so, it was succeeding. I found my fingers on my pants, fumbling. "Yes," said Ms. Dailey, her voice suddenly sounding distant as if she were thinking out loud. "Go on," she added, more focused. I undid them. "The underpants too." It wasn't enough for her that my pants were down. "And stop dawdling so much. It's just me." I simply couldn't believe it. I was standing in Ms. Dailey's office.