This was all the result of a stupid prank. Shelly and Brandon went to Richfield High School. Mark and the others went to their archrival school West V...lley High School. Shelly and Brandon had painted the West Valley’s front steps and most of the walk leading to the steps with Richfield’s bright blue and red school colors. It was a Homecoming prank. They hadn’t been alone, but of the twelve participants, they were the two who got caught by Mark and the others. Their friends had gotten safely. His mother’s share of the money was set aside for his college tuition. From what he’d seen after he read the last report from the trustees, there was enough money for him to complete his undergraduate degree, get at least eight doctoral degrees, and there would still be money left over. He and his mother had argued long and hard to get his father to use some of the trust money to go to Alaska, but his father was a stubborn man and refused to do that. ‘What…what do you think Kim’s going to say?’. The way it felt on her flesh was divine, but fear took over any sort of pleasure (and, in a way, fed her pleasure) and she was more concerned with getting the thing off of her. Unable to track it any further, she pulled her costume down to her waist, exposing her full, gravity-defying, breasts to the night air. Her nipples began to harden to the chill breeze and the rest of her broke out in goosebumps. Unable to see the alien, she cupped her breasts – feeling the flesh of the globes and. Against my wishes to fall back asleep I feel my morning horniness beginning to creep through me. My nipples rub agonisingly against my shirt and I savour the way the chill of the air juxtaposes the rising heat within me. I breath deeply, sinking further into my bed as my right hand begins to stroke my stomach. I play with my belly button, slowly working my hand along the toned centre of my stomach, flicking the bottom of my top. My thumb pushes further and further up with my little finger.