Pe moovie dekh raha tha aur bua naha rahi thi tab hi wo naha kar bahar nikli aur wo sirf towel me hi thi unki towel me se ghutno ke upar gori…gori c...ikni jaangh saaf nazar aa rahi thi aur towel upar se choochiyon ke thoda sa hi upar tha haalaki bua bas mere room se nikal kar apne room me hi gayi thi aur is zara si der me hi mere andar ka saitaan jaag gaya aur main poori tarah josh me aa gaya maine socha aaj chod hi daaloo saali ko jo hoga dekh lenge aur main unke room ki taraf bada hi tha ki. I don't remember exactly how it started, but she was interested and so was I. What I most remember is wanting and frustration. That's not too unusual in high school, of course, but what I couldn't figure out is what she wanted. One day hot, one day cold, once a promising afternoon under a tree on the hillside behind my house, no one around, the perfect moment, her in my arms, an extra button on her blouse undone and inviting exploration, and then—nothing. I was kissing her but she wasn't really. It was an arduous fight. How could he know exactly how long and how hard to pinch her nipple and how long to wait before doing it again? What had told him the pattern she, herself, used when pleasuring herself, the exact pressure, the exact timing? She felt the flush of her skin that always preceded the crest of her bliss and struggled to keep herself from passing that ultimate point when she heard (Felt? Sensed?) his voice in her ear, "Now, little one… for me." She unclasped her hands, unaware. Francesca motioned for me to stand in the middle betweenAngie and the other girls. "Angie, here's Blake," Francesca said andsat down on the sofa.I faced Angie and trembled slightly in the silence as she seemed toregard me closely. "You've come a long way Blake. I like your skirt andblouse, they become you." Thank you, Angie," I said."One rule you'll have to obey until and if we decide you can be one ofmy girls, is that you only speak to answer our questions." I'm sor..." Good, it looks like.