Which was chubby but tight skin with just a little hint of stretch marks. i told her how beautiful i thought she was (which i never do that), and how ... wanted to lick her armpits. she was shocked but then looked at me as though to say your not the dumb white guy who just bumped into me she saw me. so she let me lick her armpits in the middle of the club in front of her friends and her cute gay brother (i'll get to him in a bit). we went out a couple of nights later to get drinks or something. “Oh fuck baby,” I said, short on breath.He switched to the left boob, rubbing hard on my right nipple with one hand. He lick the left nipple the same way he had done for the right.His tongue then started to wonder its way down my stomach, as he kept his hands up on breasts, rubbing furiously. As he got farther down my stomach and reached where my jeans started, he looked up with that smile. I knew what he wanted.“Oh god,” I said and looked away, “I don’t know…”He kept his smile as he kissed my. "You're cool just being you. You don't care what anybody thinks, except for today." I started waving my hands around, I guess expressing my confusion. "You've got to explain to me what this is. I have no idea. Why did you do this?"My hands kept going the entire time."Well, last night you got me to thinking. You are the one doing all the changing and I thought I could try to make an effort to -" Stop right there. I went temporarily insane last night. You did nothing wrong. You've done nothing. There was a knock at the door."Come!" said Mrs Strickland.A timid looking girl of perhaps 13 or 14 came into the room and approached the desk. She was slim and pretty dressed like the other girls at the school in a knee length navy blue pleated skirt and white blouse. She handed an exercise book to the headteacher. Mrs Strickland flicked through and tutted, finally handing the book to me. It was a story - written in what I thought was quite passable handwriting."You see Mr Bates", she said to.