I just wanted to stare at her; she was beautiful without the slightest touch of makeup, and I was nearly jealous of her nearly flawless facial feature.... I snapped myself back into reality before she could notice.I inquired concerned “Why are you walking, here, this late at night?”“I just broke up with my boyfriend” she said, almost unabashed, “I’ve just come from his house, and I was walking towards mine.”We discussed where her house was, and I again insisted that I help her. She was thankful. Her purrs of pleasure made their way inside my ear and set a lovely humming vibration going within my brain. My tongue danced with hers as I continued assaulting her body with my own, my touch light but demanding against her. Faster, my thumb moved against her until her groans entered my mouth. Then, turning her in the seat so she faced me more directly, I moved my other hand between her thighs and pushed two fingers into her hot wet pussy. There I was with both hands between her glorious. By the look on Mya's face I didn't think lying about it would do any good and would probably only make her more angry. "Mya, that money is for the mortgage and groceries, your mom never helps out with any of it so I have to hide some," I said, my being feeling with regret at the crack about her mom. I could tell by the look on her face it did not go unnoticed."Hide some," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, "from mom."I was glad she chose not to yell, but her tone had a deep connotation. “Chris was talking like he was such top shit, claiming that he could fuck any guy he wanted in the locker room. Apparently, he wanted my ass.”“Why?” Victor asked, giving me a look. He was the only openly gay guy in our physical education class. “No offense, Justin, you got that flat, White-boy ass.”“No, I’m not offended at all,” I said. I didn’t mind that Victor was gay, but I liked girls.“So they started ... screwing each other?” Mike’s asked as the three of us started walking out of the.