Mark then shifted his hand from its firm planting on her ass, to explore her body. He slowly slid it up her side, before diverting to the front of Noe...la’s top. He cupped her left breast, pushing it upwards slightly and giving it a gentle squeeze before searching for the nipple through the shirt and bra. Noella exploded, jamming her tongue inside Mark’s mouth. Oh fuck! My knees have gone weak. I want him now. As a moan of pleasure inadvertently slipped from her mouth, she reached down and. “It’s just how she is, Amanda. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”I took a few slow breaths, trying to come to terms with all the emotions going on inside me: shame, fear, regret; but also excitement, lust, and something I couldn’t put a name to. That elusive feeling was the warmth of belonging to someone, of knowing she was in charge, would take care of me, and was ultimately responsible. It was constraining, but also peaceful and safe. Being someone’s meant I at least had some. We grew up together and shared everything. And then last Christmas, something happened. I fell in love with her brother, Wes.They had a party over at their house. It was pretty much for the whole neighborhood. There were a lot of adults and a few younger kids. Wes, Les, me and my brother Joey were the only ones in our age group. I'd thought Wes was neat and all. He's a year older than I am and is always hanging around with Joey and they ride bikes and run and all and he just looks good. Anyway,. Was enjoying hearing this story about the resident class bitch: Mona.Valerie's best friend Amy had been there when little miss perfect had let herself down big time. After all the years of name calling and never having a comeback, Amy had been in the shower room when Mona, pretty, prissy never-do-anything-wrong Mona who was always first to jump on someone's case, had dropped her purse and the tiled floor of the locker room had been strewn with the five or six blue/grey packets of condoms she'd.