Again, my fingertips strayed to her breast, lightlytracing a circle around her protruding nipple. Her backarched as she let out a long moan. Man, what...was I doing? This wasn’t right. I couldn’t dothis. I stopped kissing her and debated if I should askher to leave or not. My hand moved off her, on to herwaist. She must have been pretty hot, because shegasped when my hand landed on her hip. Without eventhinking, my hand shot down between her legs and rubbedher gently. Man, was she. I went over to her and she gave me a one arm hug and a kiss on the cheek, as if I was an old friend. I offered to buy her a drink but she refused. We chatted for about 15 minutes - name, age, what we do, where we're from, etc. Her name was Chloe, 31 from Newcastle. After two more drinks each, I came out and asked her:Me: "Was it me, or were you looking at me when I was at the bar?"Chloe: "You're standing here talking to me. You tell me" *laughs*Me: "Fair point" *laughs*Chloe: "There is one. I have closed the door and taken her in my arms and moved to bedroom and threw her in bed and i came over her and started kissing her she was very good in French kiss and then we started exchanging saliva to each other and i was pressing her left boobs after 15 mins we broke the kiss and then i removed her top and then she has wear netted bra & i was pressing so hard. She was moaning aaaaa hhhh then i removed her pant she was just in bra and panty in front of me and she also removed my shirt. I had my first girlfriend the next year, but it was totally secret except from my two best friends. My first ‘open’ date was two years ago, when I was a Freshman. So I guess you could say that was it. High School girls can be really catty and nasty about stuff like that, and the boys can be worse.”“Has anyone given you any grief here at school?” I asked.“Just one of the girls who got drawn in by that Bible-thumper who roams the campus on Saturdays and has the Wednesday Bible study for college.