Alighting from the boat, they stood waiting for David to speak. Clearing his voice he began, "Listen up men. With the money that Julia has handed out,...I want you to go and get yourselves cleaned up, get yourselves some clothes and food. We'll meet at Grand Central Terminal tomorrow at noon. Does everyone understand?"After various submariners interpreted and reinterpreted David's instructions, they all nodded. The money they had been given was quite substantial easily enough to last them a week. By the time I got home Sunday night my folks had heard about what had happened so I had to go through the whole story.Monday was as bad as I thought. The kids who hadn't been at the dance had heard about it from those who were and everybody knew, absolutely KNEW what had happened. So why was every story different? And why did everybody think I knew anything—just because Adams seemed to have it in for me?Beth was standing at my locker before lunch."Are you going to tell me what happened Saturday. He wrapped his right arm around my shoulders andleaned his head into my neck. One soft kiss to the neck later his eyeswere locked again onto mine. Without thought I laid my head down on hischest and wrapped his left leg between my thighs. I knew I was in the sameposition he had been the night before, lying vaguely on top of my friendwith my penis buried in his crotch. He stroked my hair slowly as Icaressed his soft, slender chest. On instinct I moved my head down a bitand kissed his. She was beginning to wonder if it did actually exist.Laying in her warm bed, all her senses but one becoming drowned by one desire. Shutting her eyes she began to think about a beautiful woman kissing her and she slowly began to play with her clitoris. For an hour she played and probed her pussy trying to get there but even the thought of a woman’s tongue touching, kissing, licking her wasn’t enough. She continued, her fingers flying in and out of her, moaning as the pleasure seemed to build.