Neither of us had said it, but I knew he wanted me.This was no game anymore. Panic rose in my throat. I knew I should run, but I felt a pull, a longin... need to be wanted. It was as if our bodies disregarded what our minds knew in favor of what our flesh demanded. I couldn't bare to look him in the face and as my gaze traveled down his body, I was betrayed by my own instincts. His torso seemed to ripple as he moved and the sight of his muscles flexing under the tight covering of his flawless. ”That’s because I don’t want to mess things up again! She fidgeted. Her phone buzzed In the pocket of her hoodie, but she ignored it. What am I supposed to say to him? If I apologize again he’ll just get even more upset... “I’m not...” He gave her a pained look as they came to a stop sign. “I care about you, Alaina, and I don’t want this hanging over us. Is it something you’re too embarrassed to talk about?”She felt herself blush. Of course it’s embarrassing! How am I already having this much. She had the body I wanted. Tits, ass, hair, face, everything&hellip, and she was so sexy. I would sit in class and stare at her. She brought out all the bi-sexual curiosities I ever had. I wanted to have a sleep over with her and we could feel us up and kiss passionately. I would change that to we did have many sleep overs and I licked her body, tits and pussy too. I would rub our pussys together and both climax big. She had this really sexy hot body and now I would tongue fuck her all night. . Her mom was such a trip she named her midlife baby Harley. So you can guess what that poor k**’s name was. It was an amazing year.In seventh grade my schedule was totally off with lauren and Jason. It was a really bad year for me. I felt isolated with a bunch of perky, well-behaved, wealthy Christian girls. Things changed for me in eighth grade. It was time to quit hiding. I made the transition in one day. I got contacts. I styled my hair. I wore my cute little mini skirt with daisies on it..