You took that well, too. We ended up cuddling and having that talk about needs and better offers." She sniffled. "I was trying to put it all into pers...ective with Brittney -- trying to resolve my dilemma. Then you brought up Natalie. It was pure guilt that made me react the way I did, Ben. You were so trusting of my word ... It hit me what a hypocrite I was being..." She held up her thumb and forefinger. "I felt this small. Then you apologized to me. I couldn't believe it -- YOU were. I wished I was with him.This was the first time I had ever got excited like this about a guy. I was so innocent then! But it seemed like I had just seen everything I liked about rugby players but had never really admitted so much to myself. I kept thinking how I must control myself and not get carried away because he was probably not at all interested in me in that way.Very soon he came back with a towel around him and I said I would go for a shower myself. I now had a perfect excuse to follow. Harold Moore was a 27 year old math teacher at the Carl Landry communitycollege. He was 5'4 and quite skinny."Harold my hands are tied. I can't help you out. It's above me," Mr.Owens tells him.James Owens was the principal at the Carl Landry community college. Hewas 34 and had been friends with Harold for the past 10 years and metHarold when he was even dating Harold's sister Sarah."I can't believe you are firing me for something that never happened,"Harold tells him."Listen Harry," James. I could feel the rumble of traffic, not five feet behind me through the wall, the sounds filtering in would hopefully camouflage the whimpers and gasps coming from me as he kissed my legs and began gathering my skirt in his hands.Slowly, he bared my legs. The skin still pale from winter, they seemed to glow in the near-dark gloom of the hallway. Finally, my panties were visible, and he leaned in and kissed my pussy through the material."Oh, god!" I cried softly. "Don't tease me! If you're going.