But she could feel his eyes scanning her body. She wanted to know what he thought but she didn't dare to ask. In the past months, they’d exchanged p...ctures but it's different to see him on a picture than to see him in person. "Hey, beautiful. Look at me," his voice was low, just a little more than a whisper, but the tone was commanding.She then slowly turned her head to him, her eyes still looking down."I said 'look at me'. I want to see your eyes"She shyly pulled up her eyes to look straight. We sit down and eat the lasagna while having the usual bestie banter about this and that. I give her the roses and tell her about the night I’ve planned for us. I put on the first movie and bust out a few lines. I pour out 4 shots and lay 4 lemons across the tops of the shot glasses. I tell her “Let’s do two in a row to get this bestie-fest started!”. We each put salt on both of our wrists, as to not have to stop in between shots to re-apply. We cheers and lick our own wrists for the first. They decided they no longer had the time or patience to del with her disobedience and had arranged for her to live with Grandpa Mike in Kansas. He lived on a farm outside of smll town and he was willing to take her in.It was summer but she would stay there till she graduated and if she got expelled this time she was looking at military school.Grandpa Mike was her biological dad's father and she had not seen him since she was little. She had grown up in DC and the thought of living on a small. .. I ... I'm sorry, I was just ... you don't have to—" Maybe not," he said, crawling up the bed and nestling between her legs."But I want to..."Jennifer panted with anticipation. When he lowered his head and spread his mouth wide, covering her sex with his lips and tongue, she gasped.It was awkward at first, but Mike fought the awkwardness. He focused on what he could see (the contours of her body); on what he could feel (the heat of her skin); on what he could smell (the scent of her arousal);.