Washing my arms and my breasts, the roughness stimulate my nipples. I close my eyes and think it's my lover pinching and teasing them. Rubbing over my...tummy and sides before rinsing off. Adding more body wash, I clean my legs and feet. After scrubbing my back, I breath deep before I run it between my legs. Dragging it over my clit, then my pussy. I spread my legs and rub till I feel the beginning of my first orgasm. I run a finger across my pussy and slip it in. Fingering myself wishing it was. ”“That’s ok. It’ll give Lisa enough time to get here. We’ll see you both there.”I hung up the phone and went back upstairs to Chris’ room, which was empty on account of him being in Stephanie’s room. I turned on the TV and laid back, trying to will myself to take a nap so I wouldn’t have to think about anything. It didn’t work. In fact, I did the exact opposite. No matter what angle I looked at it from there was no solution where everybody wins. It reminded me of that movie The Butterfly Effect. I never got asked for ID, it was a joke really, looking back, so wrong. Anyhoo, there was me, 15 years of age, walking out on to the public street, in the middle of town, with a crate of Bud. I would bring it around the corner to a lane way where my mates would be waiting and we would divide it up and pack it in our school bags. We would then cycle the three miles to our road and stash the beers at the old bridge. Well on this friday night, we were all having a good time, chatting and taking. "She shrugged her shoulders and closed her legs. "I ain't against it, I just figured that you White boys didn't know how to treat a real woman." I tell you what, Hannah, you drop that chip off your shoulder, or I am sure as hell going to find me another partner for tonight. You have 10 seconds to make up your mind. Either stop being a bitch or get your sorry ass out of here!"She started to cry and said, "I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm just scared shitless, and I don't know what to do about it. I want to.