Natalie and I joined her on the curb.The three of us sat in silence for a few minutes, Kirsten rubbing her shoe in the dirty drain in front of us as t...e temperature outside remained a warm but dry 75 degrees or so. Natalie, who seemed to be the most tired of the three of us, laid her head on Kirsten's shoulder as Kirsten stroked her hair. I watched them do this but Kirsten happened to catch my eye, and I quickly looked away."You still don't know what to make of this whole thing, do you. He pushed his rod so deep in my throat I almost gagged and he came in my mouth which I drank and licked his tool clean. He picked me up and put me on the table in the corner of the room and spread my legs wide. I was a little scared so I told him that I was a virgin. He asked if I wanted him to stop and that we did not need to do this but I was too horny to stop.He was slowly moving my clit in round movements while his thumb was deep in my hole. I didn’t want him to stop so I moaned loudly. Karen Williamson stood, tray in hand, looking for a place to sit. Her options were limited; the sitting areas were essentially run by the various school cliques, and Karen absolutely did not belong to any particular group. As a matter of fact, she was commonly the object of derision of many of these groups. It was not that she was particularly ugly, although she was a bit on the heavy side and had something of an acne problem, or that she was antisocial. Her isolation stemmed from a discussion. She found me and looked down atme, holding my gaze like a lioness appraising a gazelle. Her lipsformed the barest hint of a smile.I was lost in a hypnotic reverie, all fragrance and erotic ache. Icould smell him above any of the others, as if my olfactory senseswere starved, waiting to be fed by his male odours. But now I alsocaught a faint whiff of her. I allowed myself to imagine it was herhandsome feet I smelled until I was engulfed in a sweet, intoxicatingdaydream of shameful imagery..