The other person is Jane who is also 17 years old. The unkind football jocks and their cheerleader girlfriends, who are also part of our senior class,...call her “Plain Jane”.Jane and I have been thrust together by our teachers all through our senior schooling. I know her very well ... and she is anything but plain. I have found her to be kind and caring and very intelligent ... it’s just that she completely missed out when curves and breasts were handed out.I have just added to my knowledge of. Working out three nights a week at the IMA with Erin didn't hurt either. Her tightly curled brown hair was worn in a bob, and simply haloed her face. Bright green eyes danced in the candle light which Richard had summoned without actually thinking about it."A penny for your thoughts...", Megan giggled. "You do use pennies don't you? Far away in your land of fairies?" In spite of the moment and the tension that hung in the air, Richard actually laughed! "Funny, but you don't look at all like. Your uncle is good company, it was very nice," I tell my neighbour. Would Wesley have given a full account of our meeting? Dave handes me the dish. "This is far too much for me alone. Besides, you never eat pom on your own. You should know that like no other. You're eating along. Come in," I say laughingly, but in a way that he can't get away with it.I put the dish in the oven. Without asking, I pour two glasses of wine. Meanwhile, Dave looks at my paintings. He is standing at my last. Only then did I let myself move on.Inch by agonizing inch I trailed my tongue up the underside of his shaft, from the base to the head, all the while wanting to just gulp the whole fucking thing in and suck like a Hoover for thirty seconds until I got what I wanted. Fear of disclosure had nothing to do with my desire to hurry. Right then, I wanted to get caught. I wanted the chance it would bring that the new guy might want to join Brad and team up on me. Getting caught would bring me a chance.