As his right hand continued to massage my breast, his left hand returned to my short-shorts that left my long legs exposed. He unbuttoned the top butt...n and unzipped them before slipping his left hand inside to continue rubbing my abdomen. At this point, I was oblivious to almost everything around me except for the feel of his hands on my skin. My hips started to twist of their own accord, seeking the hand the refused to release the desire coiling in my womb. He released the clasp on my bra and. She was not ready to answer it but after a bit of persuasion, she said yes with a grim face. I held her hand and asked her what was bothering her. She said that her boyfriend abused her and was very rough during sex. she said he didn’t care for and was a drunkard and never satisfied her. I wanted to kiss her that time but held myself back. We had completely forgotten that we were holding hands and soon as she realized it she let it go and blushed a little. We called it a day.It was teacher’s. He was friendly with these guys, but knew little of them outside of class and the occasional party. He was a bit startled when the door fully opened. Bryce Felder, a starter on the varsity lacrosse team, was in nothing but a small towel. He was almost as built as Jeremy, with the lithe leg muscles you’d expect on an athletic stud like him. “Oh, sorry, man. Just got out of the shower. Whattup?” Jeremy explained his situation and Bryce let him right in. Bryce’s dirty-blonde hair was. ..you're makin' me...I feel...all...funny...inside," she whimpered."Funny in a good way good?" I asked."Oh, yes! So good! Nobody but you can...can make me...feel...like this."That was exactly what I'd hoped to hear. I had spent the last six months getting to the point where she was willing to come to me. I'd convinced her that I'd be gentle with her, would make her feel good, and got her to trust that I would never do anything to hurt her.I expanded the scope of my caresses. My fingers went.