It's nice to be given praise andappreciated.Next period was Lunch. I took this opportunity to find my locker. I knewit was in the Marching Band member...s wing near the Band room andcafeteria.I walked into the cafeteria so I can go through my bag. I stood at anempty table and went through my stuff to see if I could find my lockernumber. Hidden at the back of my binder was a postcard with the handwritten locker number and combination. "Thank God I don't throw stuffaway," I told myself.Back into. Her name is Lisa. Oh ya, and I’m Jake. But anyway, my girlfriend had grown out of some of her clothes and decided to have me give them to Lisa on my way to work. No problem, right? Well, Lisa is about 5’9′, very slim, blond, a little pale but still nice skin, and very attractive in the face. Now, I’m not an ugly guy I don’t think. I’m 6’3′ and athletic, tanned, long dark brown hair, but she made me look like some whiny computer nerd with her good looks overshadowing me. I probably should also. We sat up on the floor. I started to get up to get a condom (we used them, very successfully, for birth control) but she said, “No, fuck me now. Fuck me you horny stud. I want your naked and hot cock in me now.” She was almost shouting but in the hungry sexual way of a woman overheated by sexual lust. She was then lying on the floor on her back with her dress pushed up above her waist and her legs spread open. She was able to open her pussy almost 2 inches that way. She also began. Daddy had built a thing for checking my height, like on the scale at school, except he'd made it out of wood. I got out of bed, making a face at my cum drooling pussy. My labia were all pink and puffy, hanging down and wet with thin, milky sex juice. My thighs were wet and so was my tummy after lying on the wet spot. I didn't care too much though. I stood flat footed against the wall, reaching above me to find the horizontal wood measuring thing, getting it even with the top of my head."Shoot.".