I went tochange, and she was startled when I came out of my room dressedin a microskirt and heels. "But..." Mom, this is me. The real me. The girl wit... the incredible legs,remember? No one is going to take that away. Besides, I likelooking pretty. It's something I guess guys don't reallyunderstand. But I can. And I think its great." We headed out thedoor.At the beginning of Christmas break I received the results of myphysical. Mom had arranged for me to visit a university medicalcenter where. I asked her how uni was going, now that she was heading towards the end of her course, and joked about why she was never in a relationship, to which she coyly replied, “I don’t have time for that!”“But a gorgeous girl like you shouldn’t be wasting your talents,” I said.She blushed when I said that (maybe it came across a bit creepy, I wasn’t sure), but she soon loosened up and we started flirting a bit more openly, complimenting each other on the way we looked, or as she said, ‘brushed up’.. His other hand went to the gap in her dress and slid up her leg until he found what he wanted. Her panties were soaking wet, he grasped them and tore them off. His fingers found her slit and rubbed up and down. His mouth went back up to hers, she eagerly opened it for him, he slid his tongue in. Moments passed, the heat was rising. His fingers now found her entrance and easily slide in her. His fingers moved in time with his tongue. She was ready for him now, he couldn't wait any longer. His. My heart began to pound and I tried to control my breathing, which was verging on hyperventilation. My excitement fed his need as our tongues vied for an advantage.Such a kiss became unsustainable. He broke off, buried his face into my neck, his breathing telling me so much. He calmed himself with great inhalations.Finally, he said, "God, twink, how do you do that to me?"Then his lips on my throat, the rasp of his stubble was so strange as he nuzzled into me. He sensed me wince and deliberately.