She distinctly felt the bulge growing as he said, ‘this is what you do to me, I want you so bad.’ He nibbled on her earlobe, he knows she absolute...y loves it when he does that. He ran his tongue along the outline of her ear and she sighed as she started to massage him unconsciously. His breath started to get a little ragged, he wasn’t sure if he could make it until they got home. ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you or there will be one hell of a mess in a few minutes,’ he said. He took her hand. Every evening I picked Sarah up from work and we would spend the evening together until her curfew tolled and she was due home. Over the course of the next month, our physical interactions had escalated from mere kissing to vigorous manual stimulation, and eventually oral sex. While I learned quickly how to give her an orgasm, she failed to extract so much as a drop of pre-cum from me. Not much had changed by her sixteenth birthday, at the end of August. She was frustrated because I would. ”“Your birthday is not until next week, 7/14! “ He pouted; she pretended to protest for a moment then grinned her agreement. They ignored me as the third wheel. She leaned over and whispered to me, “Does he really not know his birthday, Bastille Day and National Nude Day are all the same day? We can have fun with that.”Beaming, he asked, “OK, Sue, name the capitals of the first American thirteen colonies.” Stumped, she couldn’t name any. He turned her toward me and began unbuttoning the blouse. He is still fully clothed and somehow that makes me feel even more naked. I can see the bulge of his hard-on through his jeans. I want to rub my face against it. I want to feel the hot hardness of it against my cheek. I can’t reach it. He knows that’s what I want. He doesn’t give it to me. He moves back around behind me. I quiver, not knowing what he is planning to do. I can feel the wetness growing between my legs. Suddenly I feel the hard slap of his hand on my ass. The bl**d rushes to my.