I’ll put you on the list and everything.” “Cool. I’d like to see your band sometime.” I felt a smile curve across my full lips. “What’... your favorite band Angie?” “I really like Spoon. You?” I walked up to the counter to stand closer to him. “Too many. Right now it’s Johnny Cash, Ted Leo, Unwound, Death From Above 1979,The Pretenders, Neutral Milk Hotel, Jeff Buckley…” “Oh, you like Jeff Buckley? How could we work together for 7 months and not know that we both like Jeff Buckley?” . I thought my closet at school had a large selection of dresses and skirts, but apparently Stephanie had only brought about a third of the clothes she owned. I had spent the last three weeks wearing dresses and skirts and lately, I actually found myself primping and enjoying the feel of the fabrics on my legs and body. In this body I was a pretty young girl who liked to show it off.So, I found myself going through the multitude of new dresses wondering how I would look wearing each one.. You move slowly down my body until you are on your knees and slide my dress up around my waist. I shiver in need, and I can feel your blowing gently on the tops of my thighs and across my pussy and clit. I lean back against the side of the lift and rest my hands on your head, as you start kissing the inside of my thigh, the lift door opens, I try to pull you up but you take hold of my arms and hold them behind my back and carry on kissing my thighs. I keep as quiet as possible and try to. Though I still had not experienced an orgasm, that second encounter brought back my hope and expectations about sex. I had never thought about sex with another girl. At the start of my senior year of high school, there were a couple of new students in my class. I particularly noticed one of them because I thought she was very cute. From her appearance, I guessed she was of mixed Asian and American descent. Her pleasing skin color and delicate beauty could only have come from this mix.