Steve had appeared a little uncomfortable at first but, after a few drinks, they had ended up sharing a sofa and chatting very openly about their like... and dislikes.Victoria wondered if she'd put her hand on his leg, run her fingers up his thigh would he have responded in kind? Would she be left not knowing if he'd wanted her as much as she'd wanted him that night. As Victoria began to think of Steve's hands on her thighs, pulling her onto his lap, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, as. But yet, something builds up between us, slowly and nicely. But people look at me with strange looks. She is... quite different. Dark hair, dark eyes. Keeps people away from her. She walks as if she is danger itself. People make fun of her. And I am drawn close to her. One day... that's completely another story... we share a kiss that never ends. I find out why she is so different after this. She is trouble itself. Has a trial going on. Accused of thievery and even being a terrorist. Me? I. Going home and showering there, wasn’t an option for most of us, we had, school, college or jobs to get to. I put my bag on the floor, took off my costume and waited my turn to use the shower. Chloe had disappeared into the changing room but then I heard her calling my name and as I looked up, gestured for me to go to her. Picking up my bag and costume, I walked as calmly as I could towards her. As I got closer, she suggested that we used the Squash Player showers as they were all free. As I. She was still holding onto me and she squeezed me hard causing me to cringe. “I heard that naught boys like you feel a spanking more after being milked. We are going to test that theory. Get in the shower and jerk off, NOW,” Sandi exclaimed as she released my cock and gave me a hard swat on the ass. I entered the shower stall and adjusted the water temperature. Grabbing the soap I lathered up my still erect cock and started to stroke its long shaft. I had been at it for less than a minute.