I am not sure why, but... I'm sorry." The last was said with a pout. Her lip extended and quivering, I thought she might cry.Opening my arms, palms up... in a gesture of "What the hell can I do", I was hid hard by a skinny, red headed leech. I gently put my arms around her quaking body. As every alarm of common sense in brain was going off the fucking scale I asked."Amber? Would you like to come in and sleep with me", I asked, instantly feeling her head bobbing, up and down against my chest. As I. Lying in bed that night I realized that I LIKE her. I really like her. I like how she plays the guitar, I like the way her breast stretch the black vest she wears. I like the way her ass moves when she runs, I like when she whispers and when she touches my hair. I have never had sexual feelings for a girl, and the feeling was much more satisfying than for a man. In a short amount of time I found myself constantly dreaming of her, during class, during dinner, while I'm sleeping and just lying in. I move to get off of his lap, but his left hand firmly grips my hip, keeping me on him. "Hello?" he asks. I sit and watch the expressions on his face; distracted is the main one. "Yeah... not the second one." He's seriously talking on the phone while he's inside me right now. And after the shock wears off, no fucking joke, it makes me hotter. "What about it? What time did that happen?" He's looking at me and I produce a wicked smile. I start fucking him slowly. His head dips back an inch and. Dallas will be fine." You're sure?" Yes." You know what else we could do?"He waggled his eyebrows until she laughed. Then she slapped his chest, "No, don't you dare!" Spoilsport," he muttered.By air, the journey was short.They landed, appropriately enough, at Love Field and were met by a ubiquitous black Town Car. The driver, Howard, knew exactly the kind of stores they were interested in seeing. He was an experienced driver and excellent guide around the tonier parts of Dallas.Whatever.