One day she even let me rub her panty-covered pussy under the desk in science class. I never told her I liked her and we never got together until that...summer. We were talking a lot over the phone in the beginning of the summer and she eventually invited me over to her house to “help her with an essay”. We were both straight A students so there was no way she needed help. She had a nice two story house and we had the whole thing to ourselves. We were in the office room in her house. She was. "And you want me to help you?" "You're going to do it anyway." "Very well but you'll owe me a coffee." "Done." We continued our walk to where mother was waiting. "Hey! Who canned her tits?" "I did." "You must have got the nips a few times." I strode up to mother and said: "I take it the decision to leave my futureup to you wasn't arrived at yesterday?" "That's true," said mother. "Then you already know already?" "Yes." "You will tell me now." "No." I smoothed her hair and smiled.. When I walked in the door I was told that they had just gotten the network back on line. I was a little pissed that I had driven all the way to Lexington for nothing. Apparently Tom Mosley had called in from home and was able to fix the problem over the phone.Brian Cadwell, the office manager, apologized for the inconvenience and then invited me to go across the street to a Starbucks for a cup of coffee before heading back to Cincinnati. I arrived back in my office at 4:15 PM. There were two. And her halter-top was completely unfastened. She let the straps down from her shoulders, exposing even more of her generously sized cleavage.My heart sank as her hands went for her window curtains. My show would soon be over, and the rest would tragically be left to my imagination.To my pleasant surprise, she didn't close the curtains. Rather, she seemed to be admiring their design, running the fabric through her soft hands. Beauty admiring beauty; there wasn't much that I found more visually.