It was truly amazing to feel his tongue around her nipple and then suddenly his mouth sucking on it. She began to quietly speak aloud. ‘That’s it....Come on, you dirty bastard. ‘ It was more like a moan and statement rather than actual spoken words, not a loud exclamation, but it was certainly enough to get Brian to pick up his pace and with great intensity. Brian began sucking harder on her nipple while slowly running his hand down the front of her body, easing his way to her smooth, shaven. As her lips touch mine we melt in each other’s arms and kiss. Our kissing becomes heavier. We break apart from our kiss to say good night. The back of my hand caresses the side of her face. I look into her eyes and smile. "I’ll see you tomorrow." At work, the girls are huddled up asking her about me as she tells them we went for drinks yesterday and about our kiss. I walk by her desk, I lean over her shoulder pretending to ask for something but just wanting her to feel my warm breath beside her. It was nothing like our kiss. I felt nothing. I felt nothing for any of the boys I went out with. And I wouldn't let any of them touch me. I started hearing rumors about what the boys were calling me, but I didn't care, because I didn't care about any of them at all." I met Duncan a couple years ago. He was really sweet, and patient, and he made me laugh. I finally went out with him, mostly because he reminded me of you. About a year ago I let him have sex with me. I hated it. I still felt. I was more interested in finding things to put inside my cunt. I met one nice boy , that would walk me to my house. He was very handsome. Dark hair, green eyes and killer body. He was the all american type of guy. I on the other hand, was more of the girl next door type. Dark hair, average weight and height for a teen. One day as we walked home, we talked about the health class, we both were in. Sex education was the topic and masturbation. He said that he did it once or twice. I asked him.