I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans andslowly pulled his zipper down.I tugged his jeans down a little bit and his cock flopped out andsmacked me...on my cheek. It was the most appetizing thing that I'd seenall week. About nine inches long, thick in girth and capped with alarge mushroom shaped head, my mouth involuntarily began to water at thesight.Taking his thick penis in my hand, I reached out my tongue andtentatively tasted the velvety head. My taste buds sang a song of totaldelight. This caused me to revise my estimate of the likelihood of rape; I thought that it was more likely that she was simply in the midst of her monthly flow.The shirtwaist that she was wearing was of obviously higher quality than one would normally see a common person wearing, so she must belong to one of the richer families in the neighborhood. If so, I wondered why I did not recognize her. I did not move in the richer social circles, but I did see most of them at church, so I should have been able. Because I was trapped inside.Not wanting to be a laughingstock, I tried to activate my personality,using other combinations -?the countdown-number ? which my instructorsaid would bring me back in control. However, I was unable to focus mymind. I couldn't gain access into the mainframe of my own brain.Meanwhile, Kimberly was already inside the toilet. Vaguely, I sensed shelowered her blue shirt and panties. I could even took a glimpse of hersweet face. That innocent, pretty teenage face.. We were 17. I was the shy slightly geeky one and he was the jock. I loved hanging out with him. He was always so much fun and never treated me like the other guys that were the popular jocks. He always listened to me even though I was very soft spoken. We could talk for hours about movies, books, videogames and pretty much everything. I met him outside the field and he asked if it would be alright if we swung by his house. He'd like to shower and freshen up. I waited in his bedroom sitting on.