“How much would it cost me to fuck you?” One of his hands had left her shoulder quickly finding the part he wanted to use under her skirt. She cho...ed back a squeal. Mr Smith seemed to find this amusing.“My hand,” she said, before she knew what she was saying. But it was the obvious way to end this, to make his steel melt, quickly, so she could get back to Greg. The words seemed stuck in her throat. She squeezed them out. “Would you like me to use my hand? No… No extra charge.”“A special offer,”. It'sthe last period of the day, science class for me. My teacher Mrs. Greenis about to assign everyone partners for this big project that we have tofinish at home over the weekend. Mrs. Green calls out my name, thenpoints to Lizzie. She's the hottest girl in school and says you too willbe partnering up.Oh my god! I was ecstatic, Lizzie and I. Was Mrs. Green trying to throwme a bone? Was she trying to get us together?I thought about it for a second then snapped out of it. Probably not, shewas. "Can we take your clothes off?" asked Stephanie, a tall, slim, long-haired brunette and I agreed so they all surrounded me and began getting me naked. They were doing more than just getting my clothes off, their hands were caressing me as I became bared to them, each one touching me all over including my raging-hard cock."Would you lay down for us, Frank?" asked Monica, a pert, curly-headed blond.I got down on the floor and they all sat cross-legged down next to me and, looking side to side, I. “I want to fuck you, Amara,” he told her. “Can I? Can I fuck you?”She grinned. “Yeah,” she said, but he heard hesitation in her voice.“Amara,” he told her, “it’s okay to say no. You can say no anytime you want. You don’t have to do this with me.” He didn’t remind her that she’d started it anyway.“I know,” she said.“Do you?” he asked. “Amara, we don’t have to have sex for me to like you, you know.”“I know,” she said. But the expression on her face shifted. She hadn’t known. It made him.