I-I-I won't-won't play-play with myself at-at scho-scho-school any mo-mooooore." My voice rising in pitch, and volume as the last few inches slid in.H... rolled his hips again, moving his hard cock around inside my tight little pussy. As he lay accross my back, holding one of my wrists in each hand, pinning me firmly to the desk, he said, "I'll tell you when you've learned your lesson you little slut."He pulled out until just the head was in again, and as he worked it in, and out of me, he said,. Our front porch is really nice. It’s covered over and is well set back from the road. We live in a nicer part of Toronto, so it was usually fairly private at any time. I loved it out there at night most though because in summer you could hear all the little noises from the ravine as well as the city sounds. I sat down on one of the chairs around the small table that my parents used for drinks. Julie started to sit opposite me but I said, “No. Not just yet. You’re not ready.”She looked at me. The words sound familiar, but I can't grasp their meaning. A few minutes later, I am aware of something cold sliding up my right leg. It barely touches my skin. I hear a creaking sound. I don't understand what's going on. Then, I feel the same coldness on my left leg. What a fool I am! They are cutting the pantyhose. Subsequently, I feel my panties being cut off laterally and removed. Have they noticed that I have wetted my panties? I am self-conscious about my nakedness. My skirt and blouse. It would be an obvious courtesy for her to invite me in, but since I had already come across as a caring, sensitive guy, I decided to stick with that approach and let her off the hook."Listen, Jennifer," I said, giving her a sheepish smile. "I would really like to see you again. My original plan was to try to get invited into your apartment for a cold drink, and then to ask you out to dinner at a nice restaurant. But considering the circumstances, I suppose you wouldn't be comfortable with that.