"Stop it," I breathe out, not really meaning it. "You're still a virgin, right?" his voice had mischief written all over it. And I liked it. It mad... me throb with arousal. It made my nipples sensible and vulnerable to anything that might touch or brush against them. And right then I felt cold air hit my breast and soon his big hands. I felt my nipples being pinched by his fingers. He pinched them, squeezed them, rolled them. His kisses went down along my neck, his mouth sucking wherever he. “You’re ... Jolene, right?” I asked the White girl standing on my porch. She had brown hair and hazel eyes, glasses perched on her nose. She was two years older than me, new at my school and the neighborhood. “You moved in down the road.”“Yeah,” she said, petite like me. “Your mom home.”I glanced upstairs. “She’s dealing with my sisters. One of them is getting spanked.” I giggled. “Not sure which one.”“Oh,” she said. “Um, I need to speak to her. Your mom.”I breathed in again. “Mmm, what’s that. Neither does Rosa." Well, I think I can help." I watched a lot of This Old House. I was pretty sure I could remember what Mr Vila did."Would you? That'd be great." I grabbed the box for her, and hoisted it up to the counter. We each paid for our purchases, and I hoisted the new garbage disposal out to her car. It was decided that I'd leave my car there, and ride to her house; she'd bring me back to my car later.It was about a twenty-minute drive to her house. The entire drive, I kept trying to. The venue for event was 5th floor of the main building. I needed a pair of scissors. To get them I needed to go to the office in basement. It was late enough and so the lift was shut. So I had to take the stairs. I asked the heroine of this story to come along me. She was resistant but I forced her to come with me. She was tired like hell. We got the scissors from the office but climbing 5 floors after all day’s work was the task ahead.On the 1st floor itself she was like I can’t climb anymore..