My vagina is in spasm, holding tight as if not wanting to release the invaders. My clit has had enough, so exquisitely sensitive that I cannot bear a...y movement.I have totally forgotten Alex. The poor man is still stroking, a look of desperation on his face as he chases his elusive orgasm. I reach up and gently replace his hand with mine. He is not at all hard, but not totally flaccid. I remember with a twinge of sadness how it used to be, how hard it would get, how he could control. ”“We have to please them with everything we do. That'll show our fathers!”“I don't want to show my father,” I gasped. “Stop squeezing my tits. I'm not into girls.”“Of course not,” Savannah said. “D'oh. We just pretend we are because guys find it so hot when straight girls go down on each other. You're going to be eating a lot of pussy as a liberated woman. Guys will record it and put it up on PornHub. My first time going down on a girl was watched a million times!”“You girls are fucked up,” I. “I would like to do something better than shop bought cake next time. Could I make you one? Or what books I could bring?”He paused, looked at her like he was thinking carefully.“I’m alright for food and books. Can’t do anything but sit here and read.” He took a breath then talked quickly. “If you were going to do something for me.” He glanced at her chest. “It’s other things I miss.”She was taken aback, a little offended but also amused. His tone was direct, an honest plea rather than anything. It was fun to have the entire school fill the bleachers. I was sitting on the second tier. The assembly turned out to be a pep rally complete with our cheerleaders and of course the entire football team. Everyone was having a great time. Just about 20 feet to my right was the only water bubbler in the gym and soon a steady stream of students walked past me to get a drink. It was almost 30 minutes later that I become aware that many of the boys, both young and seniors were pausing as they passed.