To deny herself release improved the accuracy of the image, her reflection in nature. While her fancy fantasized about making her come, repeatedly, vi...lently, she was oblivious, blind to all of the signs. She was nothing but a wilted wallflower, and he, though he secretly despised everything he was, had still carried the school through an average of 13 pigskin victories a season for the last six years. His vapid girlfriend had been on the sidelines, cheering him on for all six of them. Nothing. I knew that I couldn't call myself a guy here or itwould ruin the whole thing. When James was around I wasn't a guy; not tohim and not to me."Well do you want to?" he asked uncomfortably.I giggled a little, smiling at him. "Do I want to what?" I joked.He smirked, breaking eye contact. "Be my girlfriend?"My smile got a lot bigger as I nodded at him. He wrapped his arms backaround me and kissed me again but only for a couple of seconds. We brokethe embrace and both stood up. We headed downstairs. Sammy swallowed as an image of those lips…luscious lips…sucking over his cock flashed before him. He sucked in a quiet breath and bit his lips lightly. She could swear she knew what he was thinking but resisted the urge to smile. This was no longer a Cute-Boy-Meet-Cute-girl flirt. He wanted to fuck her. And she wanted him to. Right here. The mere thought of doing it in a warm, bakery while the first rains were falling torrents outside got her squeezing her legs. She’d never forget something. She was a wet dream come to life for a guy like Paul, and she damn well knew it. Once she got him hard again, he'd need to be with her. Marcy stepped out into the main living area of the cabin. With a subtle, "Hmmm..." she caught Paul's attention. Even though he was clearly making a conscious stand to try to ignore her - to try not to acknowledge his mistake, he couldn't help but gawk at her naked glory for a second. "Hey," Marcy greeted in an oddly casual voice. Noticeably avoiding eye.