“Come and sit down here and we’ll talk about it.” The way he beckoned me to sit next to him, the power of his command, and the gentle way in wh...ch he was managing the situation made me want to follow him. I walked over to the couch and sat beside him, whereupon he immediately put his hand on my upper thigh. The feeling of his strong masculine hand grasping my leg through the thin stockings caused a shot of pre-cum to dribble forth. I sat there in silence, my head bowed, waiting for him to. "Hey, am I next?" James asked."Shut up." I blurted out."Just asking." James said with a laugh.I sat back and zipped up my pants. After a few moments, I once again took Linda's hand and held it. We both sat quietly for some time as the old Ford barreled down Route 50.I glanced over at Linda from time to time. We really didn't talk much. She did tell me she was out of high school. I had figured as much. I had guessed she was about eighteen. I started to think about how pretty she was, and what. He pulled me up and led me the few steps to the bonnet of the car, bending me over it, nipples hard against the metal. I had no control over what he did to me as my legs were hanging down from where I was. He used my ass and thighs again for movement and thrust himself inside in one fluid motion. He drilled into me taking no prisoners and leaving me squirming on the bonnet of his car. I loved it – letting him know I thought he was a dirty fuck. I felt his cock stiffen and swell inside me and he. I left the locker room and walked through the hallways. Being naked under my skirt felt really slutty and made me feel incredibly sexy. I imagined flashing people as I walked by them and thought about what their reactions would be if I did. I finally got back to my assigned study room and sat down. I could feel my pussy was soaking wet again when I crossed my legs. It was then and there that I accepted that I was becoming everything I was horrified at becoming only the week before. But I really.