This house was like any other, I opened the door which she had told me to, and found, well a bedroom, what else did you expect, on the bed was a pile ...f clothes. Sitting next to them I saw what she had chosen.Ok this was strange, black stockings, a black thong, lacy Basque, long elbow length gloves, knee high boots which looked like they would fit and a strange toy with a note. Before jumping to conclusions I looked around for other clothes, but these were the only ones. I took off all my. I just nodded, and let it go. At least I hadn’t confessed about Shepard, I thought. I also could slow down on my desire to ride ten miles out and ten back again. It was a goal I pushed back a bit. I had until the end of the summer to do that. What I did do, was to remove the scooter from the packing case. I managed to wrestle it outside on a very pleasant spring day. It started right up when I used the kick start. The battery had been dead of course. I left it to run at idle speed hoping it. I would die if a grade 11 worm like me were ever exposed as having a crush on a grade 12, and someone who was clearly a goddess to my hormone-addled brain.After all this time I don't recall how it started. I supposed I must have contrived situations where we would have to at least exchange a few words. Since she was such a strong player, I got serious about practicing myself. Sometimes Sharon would stay after school to use one of the practice rooms, and I might arrange to stay and use the one. It was odd though because I kept feeling his cock throbbing inside of me, twitching—or was it me? He began to pull back slowly—not all of him—before pushing right back in. "You're too big," I shriek. "I'm sorry... But you're so tight," he sounded helpless. "You're so small," he still sounded helpless. He also sounded like he was in a deep state of nirvana. He placed his hands under my knees and raised my legs a little so that he could get on his knees. My pussy walls clamped down on his cock.