The teachers continued to support and encourage me. My eighteenth birthday came and went unnoticed by anyone; I didn't even get a card from Africa, bu... all that bothered me was getting top grades in my subjects. I was going to go to University and be a teacher.Sheffield Hallam accepted me (conditional upon at least 'B' grades) in their Primary Teacher degree programme. It was in the bag. There was no way I was going to get grades as low as 'B'.Edward has commented how thin I was. It bothered me. Stacey rushed through the room, trowing the bags onto her bed, no time to look what they sorted out for her. She had to be in perfect order in just under an hour, this was going to be an epic close call she thought to herself.While she dashed into the bathroom and jumped under the shower, slowly but surely her memories emerged from the previous late evening. A sense of guilt flooded her mind the more she started to recall from the previous night. ............................She remembered being. He had a tight white t-shirt on. The kind with straps and it showed off the muscles in his chest perfectly. Even though my mother and I had shared some crazy times together, I had never done anything with J.J. I guess we had a kind of silent attraction that we never talked about. He had spent the night at my house a few times and I had noticed him eyeing me up when I got out of the shower. I didn’t really think about it at the time but I did like it. As we got to his buddy’s house he asked me. Her body responding to my actions, her legs wrapping around me as her hands gripped my shoulders. My fingertips ran teasingly along her sides as I slowed my thrusting to a teasingly slow pace for us both, knowing how it would drive us wild.She groaned, wanting more from me, her eyes begging me to thrust faster as my eyes sparkled mischievously. I drew my cock back until my head was half inside her and I stopped. Jolene raised her hips, trying to encourage me to plunge into her again. I grinned.