"Look how fucking hard you make me!" "Holy fuck! I want you... to taste you!" I moaned, noticing the clear bead of precum oozing from his little slit ...nd I wished that I really could rub my lips over his spongy head and coat my tongue with his juice. As I gazed, open mouthed, I began to smooth and pat the sheet beside me with my free hand, until it found my trusty bullet vibe. His voice was breathy now and he groaned, watching the chrome tip tease my fleshy button. I pushed the plastic toy down. Lionel was from Rockwell Elementary so somehow word that I was smart had gotten around. Brian Frost had just become Brain Trust. I wondered who told him. Well, it could be worse. And having a friend who was six-foot three and intimidating as hell wouldn't hurt either."Lionel, you're going to be hell on the basketball court and it would be an honor to make sure you stay eligible as long as I'm not doing your homework for you. Anything in particular you might need help with?" Most of my classes. After a moment she quickly said, "I'm sorry Michael, that came out wrong. I promise I'll wear that chemise for you in San Antonio." "Jeanne, it's okay. When you decide you like a guy there's nothing wrong with buying something to wear just for him." "It doesn't bother you?" "It will only bother me if you stop buying sexy clothes to wear for me." Jeanne giggled. "I'll never stop doing that. When we're in San Antonio I plan to dress so sexy for you. You're going to spend the entire week walking. My mom eats with us at a nice café and then heads out for her 7 hour return trip back home. I fidget awkwardly while Uncle Ben pays the bill, wondering what’s next and feeling really unsure of myself. Ben finishes up and then turns back to me. He has a big welcoming smile on his face. He gives me an appraising look and I am more than a little self-conscious under his gaze. I am best described as an average looking girl. I have red hair that I usually keep up and pretty fair skin with.