We talked a little more.Finally I got the courage to start to rubbing her breasts over her shirt and bra. I asked if she could feel my hard cock. She ...aid, "That's not your dick, that's your belt."I told her to feel around and she did. She realized I wasn't wearing a belt. Once more I told her to keep doing that. I couldn't tell how she was reacting to all of this since her face was facing toward my cock. She kept playing around over my jeans regardless."If I take it out will you jerk it," I. I felt like a toothpick in his immense grip. My mind began to drift in a heady high as he pressed the side of my pretty face into his huge chest. I felt so under his control but in a good way.Several times during the service, I noticed guys in the room checking me out. Some stole sideways glances at me while others blatantly winked at me while smiling a (somehow) dirty and knowing smile. It was hard to miss me. It’s not like I blended in. I was the only white girl in the room. Well. The hug remained and both of us could feel the tensed wires in our bodies and gently caressed her neck and cupped her left breast over her dress which just fitted to my palm. They were just of ideal size and I heard a soft sigh and felt the nipple getting erect. I flickered her nipple which resulted in a moan from her. I held the other breast too and she was moaning and trying to hold me tight. By this time i had a bulge which was pressing against her crotch. I slowly unbuttoned her top. The exception to the pattern was the guy she'd called a 'summer romance, ' who I'd learned lived in Atlanta. I could tell by how she blushed when talking about him that they had been lovers. But more than that, it was obvious that she trusted him.He stood out as a relationship that didn't seem temporal, even though he was still in high school. She seemed to use the idea that he would eventually join her at UT as a reason to hold back from getting involved with other guys.I didn't tell her about.