How people looked at him when he came into a room.And Mom... with all her whining and complaining; constantly berating her."Where is he? Did you suck ...is cock off?" A constant irritant, but even worse was the fact that she needed him. She needed that cock. 'Damn! Especially that cock!' she thought and then wondered what in hell was happening to her?She kept her hair fixed the same way it had been that night they'd made love. She wore the same bracelets, the same earrings, the same style. "It is great." Same here," I said.Then I started teasing her with my cock. I rubbed it over her lips and slapped her face with it playfully. She squealed in joy. I dealt her harder and harder slaps."Turnaround is fair play," I said as I gave her mouth a few final thrusts. "Now I will be good to you like you have been good to me."She waited expectantly as I knelt before her and lifted up her skirt. She helped me to pull it over her hips. As she parted her legs, her sex aroma wafted to my nose. I. We talked a bit throughout class, mostly about school and music, turned out he was really into rock and metal like myself. He would time to time make flirtatious comments. I was pretty sure by now he was gay, or at least bi. The next couple of days went by, and I admit I looked forward to chorus class and to spend time with my new friend. Chris and I of course still hung out at lunch and after school even. We were in a wanna-be rock band as our 14yr old lack of experience showed on our guitar. I can sense that she was getting nervous. Her fingers trembled and eyes moved around in all directions. I couldn’t hear her heart beating faster but I could sense that. I entwined my fingers with hers. I blew air on her face.Some hairs on her forehead went back to her head. I caressed her cheeks and caressed her hairs. This relaxed her a little. I rubbed her lips with my fingers. That made her smile. I told her to kiss slowly and receiving it first rather reacting to it.I lowered my head,.