"You do it," she whispers. "And tell me when you're close. I'll take you the last little way." And with that, she hoists up her cello and begins to pl...y.It's a chamber music composition that starts with a long, languid passage before swelling into an up-tempo creshendo. Marie times it perfectly.I stand barely two feet from her, torso arched, stroking myself closer and closer to orgasm. Her recital nears its climax just as I do.On the edge of erupting across the floor and perhaps her cello as. Her ass is hot and velvety on my cock. Sally's face is red and her eyes blazing again. she moves up and down over the head of my cock and I can feel her tight muscle pushing over my tip every time. I reach for her clit and start to pinch it from the base up. Sally starts chanting " fucking bastard, fucking bastard" in time with her squats. Shes getting louder, and her squats have started to get deeper every third or fourth stroke. She stops suddenly, drawing herself slowly up and stopping.. All he knew was she was restless, and wanted to get out of class. Sure enough, he looked away, apparently uninterested. Chloe kept on squeezing her legs and bouncing her foot, as she tightened and relaxed and tightened her thighs.The feeling was now reaching a new height, and Chloe knew she was close to orgasm. Her thighs twitched now with a life of their own, and she squeezed her legs hard, bouncing her foot faster and faster. As her legs pressed against her labia harder, Chloe glanced around. Smokey Joe (I'm not going to tell you his real name), and I had one thing in common back then—we had both spent our high school years on the outside, looking in.Smokey had transferred in from Butler High School in our junior year. I happened to meet him on his very first day at Eldridge High, when he stopped me in the hall to ask directions to the General Business class we were both taking that semester.Sneaking a sideward glance at him, as he walked me to class, I could see he was.