..the casual repartee was years away in my development and on thisoccasion I was simply speechless."I saw your shadow on the floor, under the door", s...e said. "So did you likewhat you saw?"About the only thing I could do was nod stupidly and mumble something aboutbeing sorry."Well, I guess its to be expected...you're growing up and are curious...Iunderstand that," she said, "And I guess I'm a bit flattered that you'd go toall that trouble to see me with no clothes."I simply continued to nod. "We are going to the Porterhouse." Andrew smiles, saying nothing as I start the car and drive.While driving to the restaurant, Andrew places his hand on my knee and gently moves his hand in a circular motion.“Julia…”“Shhh…Andrew, we will talk at the restaurant.”Glancing out the corner of my eye, I can see Andrew has a slight look of disappointment and yet his hand moves just above my knee. I look into his eyes, smile and part my legs even more, allowing my dress to ride up further on my. My shaved pussy is easily visible as I neglect to wear panties, instead choosing a garter belt and suspenders to hold up my fine fishnet stockings. My tall black heels clank against the wooden floor as I approach him, pushing him back onto the edge of the sofa before slowly lowering myself onto my knees.I smile up at him as I undo his jeans, my make-up is immaculate, easily popping the button and slowly running his zip down. I pull his jeans and boxers off, him raising his legs slightly so I. I am telling it now for several reasons. The number one reason is for me. Maybe, by telling it, I can, finally, put everything behind me and move forward. Maybe, Scott will read my story and realize just what he did to me. Lastly, maybe my telling it will mean someone else will not have to experience what I did.I grew up in a rather small southern city and attended a religious based high school where chastity was considered a virtue. We were constantly hearing about abstinence and, how it was.