She continued stroking my hair and I continued licking her gently. It was highly erotic to me. Our bodies hardly touched but it felt as if we were ver... together. After a few minutes, at least it seemed like a few, I felt the increased pressure of her legs against me. Her orgasm was about to start. Her hands stopped moving and I felt she was concentrating on her feelings. The pressure of legs increased even more. Suddenly she grabbed the hair on my head and pushed my face closer in her pussy.. " She sped up, bouncing more than grinding now. I brought my hand from her side and started rubbing her clit. That sent her over the edge, as I felt her ass contract around my cock."Fuuuuuuuuuuck," she cried out, as her orgasm washed over her. Her legs started shaking and her riding movements got erratic and jerky. She actually squirted a little bit she came so hard, though I don't know if she noticed she did it.As she came down from her orgasm, she gave me the most serious look I've ever. She was smoking a cigarette with her large leather bag slung over her shoulder as she made her way along the foot path. She was wearing a knee length denim skirt, a sunflower yellow coloured shirt and black flat soled slip-on shoes. Her jet black, shoulder length hair was newly bobbed, and it swished and swayed as she walked. From my vantage point, she looked in a vibrant and buoyant mood which always made for good conversation during my time with her. I go out of the car and waved. "Hi Ray,”. Always remembered and sadly missed", and Jill's name followed."Your Jenny must have been quite a girl," my mother commented. "Teenage girls almost never read In memoriams, let alone submit one."When Jill graduated from high school, I saw her name in the list of graduates, and felt sad that Jenny's name was not there ... Four years later, Jill was listed as a senior year honors student at an area State University College ... again I thought of Jenny, and wondered if, she, too, might have become.