She had to have known that arriving at his apartment complex was already the first step down the slippery slope, and perhaps she would have chickened ...ut in the parking lot after all, but he was watching for her from his window and called to her to come on up. She had protested when he began to kiss her a heartbeat after closing the door, she protested again when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed, and that was really the last time she ever offered any resistance of. “I think you need to cum!” I told her and got up on my knees between her legs and pulled her panties off, Lifting her legs in front of me. She opened her legs wide, expecting my cock I think, But I went down on her beautiful pussy. She had a really prominent clit and I wondered how she could possibly leave it alone for eight years! Long inner lips did little to conceal her vulva which at this stage was slightly open. I gently kissed it from the bottom to the top. Not much smell but her hair had. Some days she would head out on her own, leaving me alone at lunch or after school to deal with my sex-obsessed thoughts of her. I’d take the opportunity to rummage through her lingerie drawer, pulling out her brassieres or stockings. I’d feel the smoothness of the fabric and imagine what it would be like to run my hands up her silky legs or fondle her satin-covered breasts. I even got so bold as to jerk off in her bedroom a few times, my stiff cock wrapped in one of her stockings or a pair of. ‘I’ll have to ask mom about that,’ she thought as she turned out the light and closed the door. Returning from the bathroom Mary started to feel a bit light headed, the nun gave her a cold washcloth for her forehead and had her lie down on one of the small cots until she was feeling better. About fifteen minutes later Sister Carol brought Imogene Watson into the clinic. ‘Sister Veronica,’ Carol called out ‘we’ve had a small accident on the hockey field.’ Imogene was crying, someone’s spike had.