Her name was Nicole but liked to be called Nikki. She was a few years younger than me, long red hair to her shoulders. Her pic was smoking hot! It wa... a tight, short dress. Pink in color, white nylons, and high heeled boots. That pic really turned me on.Her message was a little innocent and a little sexually teasing. She was horny but also looking for a relationship. 'Well, what have I got to lose,' I thought? So, we messaged back and forth for a few days. Our messages started out flirty. Still the fact that I almost had was something I knew I would have to think about.Missy had fumbled for a tissue from her purse, and was dabbing at her eyes. "Wow, John," she whispered. "I can't believe I wasted even one Friday night going on those stupid dates my mother arranged. I'm just so glad you waited for me, John. I'm sorry about everything my mother said, John."I used my thumb to wipe away a tear that had escaped her tissue, gave her a kiss, and then pulled back, putting the car in. I was able to get her to let go of me so I could study. I still had finals. History was tomorrow and Suzanne had given me passages to reread. She had taken the class and remembered the types of things I would be tested on. I wanted them fresh in my mind for tomorrow.After two hours her eyes fluttered open and she looked confused until she saw me."How long was I asleep?" she asked with a husky rasp you sometimes get when you just wake up.I went to the refrigerator and found a bottle of water.. Seriously, I would rather get the third degree by someone who actually wants to get to know me while I learn about them. Thanks for trying. I guess I wasn’t what they wanted me to be after all.”Well, she looks like I hit her in the stomach, but her friends look thrilled about something. That should confirm to everyone watching over us that they shut me down.“Darren, please stop,” she begged before I could pull away. “They won’t even admit it, but they are all beyond really horny and scared as.