I was drifting with my eyes still closed; swaying from side to side before I felt his hand on my thigh, stroking me delicately up and down, inching cl...ser to my opening. His mouth was still sucking on my breast, his sucking growing furiously as his fingers worked ever closer to their target."Yes," I moaned, "yes." I moaned without thinking, as my body and mind beckoned for him to continue.He moved his hand forward and felt the dampness between my legs. I moaned again as I felt his fingers. He moaned louder as he never did before, ya I understood him. We never done that before, so hurt him so much. My fingers were not wet so it hurt even more. “I’ll be back with the Vaseline.” I rushed in the bathroom to get it.“Do you think this will make it easy?” he said surprisingly.“Ya probably, we saw in that other movie and read few times on ISS” I explained him and calmed him down. I applied Vaseline on my fingers and his hole. And then my fingers inserted easily, but I think hurt a lot.. I didn't scream but I yelled "fuck" so loud over and over that it might have been easier if I'd screamed. I finally just let it take me away.I guess I never really passed out, but I danced a fine line around it. When I opened my eyes, I was looking into the eyes of an angel. Her lips caressed my face and she kissed away my tears while she held me close.I was covered with sweat from my face down to my stomach, and my thigh muscles ached like I'd been running a marathon. We lay tightly snuggled. All the juniors know who Johanna is--she's the class artist. She's very good. She blows away all of you in art class the way I do in physics. Me, too-she's practically a genius with a drawing pencil where I can barely manage a straight line. Does anyone give Johanna shit? No way. Not only does everyone ooh and aah over her drawing and painting, she's just in general one of the best-liked kids in this school. And she should be. She's an excellent person."But, you know what? So am I. And very few.