I heard something heavy dropping with a crash. “They are getting wild”, I thought to myself. I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked...by her boyfriend. “Sam, can you hear me?” Jessica’s urgent voice came from above. My name! Startled, I sat up in bed, unable to grasp what was happening. Was it a dream or reality? “I need you, Sam,” she intoned passionately. My drowsiness evaporated instantly. I dressed as fast as I could, wondering if it was some kind of joke. I knocked warily. I got back to my place around two, and I could hear her in the bedroom. Thinking she was getting dressed, I started to make a late lunch. A steak with mushrooms for me, a vegetable stir-fry for her. I heard the door open as I returned to the stove to finish the stir-fry. ‘Wow…thank you so much…’ she said, stepping behind me and wrapping her arms around me in a playful hug. My breathing quickened as I felt her firm breasts pressing against the small of my back. God, I wish I could turn around. Then on October 9th when I was twelve in the 6th grade my diary entries went from innocent to slut when my teacher snapped the strap of my garter-belt I was wearing under my pants and asked "what color is it"? Then after school he asked if he could drive me home and drove down a dirt road in the woods asking me to show him my panties, stockings and garter. Slipping off my pants as he open the door and helped me out telling me how cute I was hugging me and pushing me to my knees. He dropped his. Sally introduced me to them and said that their names were Sandra and Shelly. She told me that they were her best friends. I said something about them having to come over to visit sometime, but I don’t remember exactly what I said. Sally then went over to get signed up for the tryout. The other 2 girls stayed with me and started chatting. One asked me why I was in the chair and I told her about the incident in Iraq with George. They both squealed and the other said, ‘You’re the one who saved.