At home, I called Ward several times that evening and couldn’t get an answer. I gave up and figured he would call back when he could. I sat on my be... and started to fill out the paperwork Mrs. Mays had given me, when my phone rang. I rushed to grab it hoping it was Ward. Instead I was surprised to hear Hatch’s voice on the other end when I said hello. “Need help studying?” He asked. I sadly told him no, that tonight wasn’t good for me. Hatch kind of urged me to say yes, telling me that he could. It sucked, and I wished I could act how I really felt, but it's what was appropriate. (And what kept me out of jail.) We moved to the couch to sit down and began talking about her life, school, boys, things of that nature. After a few moments I noticed that her night shorts were leaving her uncovered, due to her feet being pressed together with her legs wide open. An innocent enough thing for a young girl to do, forgetting about keeping from exposing herself. I could see all the juices from. The bus was mostly empty so we headed to the upper deck and plopped down on the front seat directly above the driver and beneath the concave viewing mirror that all buses seem to come equipped with nowadays. It had been a lovely morning, I was feeling very happy with both the world in general and Stephen in particular so I snuggled my freshly coutured body up against his, rested my head on his shoulder and reached across to stroke my hand along his thigh. Or that is what I meant to do. Now, I. She couldn’t believe that a woman was having this effect on her and how wet that she was making her.She was soaked from the rain but her panties were wet from her own juices. She closed her eyes to prepare herself for a kiss and could almost feel the heat coming off her body but nothing happened.“Are you okay, sweetie? You look awfully cold from being all wet. My name is Belinda and I got something that will warm you right up. Follow me, and I will get you out of those wet clothes and into.