This was her first college date and somehow, Amaya just knew she was going to fuck it up.It might have been the clothes. She was dressed in an outfit ...he had bought yesterday and they made her feel sexier than she had a right to. The floral sleeveless blouse was much more transparent than she was used to wearing and Amaya felt like everyone could see her white lace bra. The denim skirt she was wearing clung tightly to her bottom despite coming down to her knees. Amaya feared that her ass was. I was caught in a daze, which I was taken out of by my brother saying, “Okay sis, now it’s your turn.” I still did not know why I wanted to do this in the first place. I just blamed it on my teenage hormones. I took off my shirt and bra. He, once again, was drooling over my breasts that were neither to big nor to small. My nipples were hard and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I then took off my pants and panties. He stared at my breasts and my recently shaved pussy. “Well, do you like it?”. She pushed Buster off the best she could, and he popped out of her with a wet squelching sound. He looked very annoyed about his delayed pleasure. Bri kissed him on the nose and whispered "Don't worry, I'll be right back."She ran up to her bathroom and grabbed her favorite brush. It had a short handle that was rubber with ridges all down the sides. She had always thought it felt nice to hold in her hand, but now she had an even better idea for it. She ran back downstairs to a panting Buster and. He had been asking me out for over a month and I finally accepted. I liked him, but that was all. He was just a friend as far as I was concerned but I knew he wanted more. I told myself for the tenth time that maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe if things had been different, I would be engaged and probably married by now to Brad Eisley. Brad and Bill worked together and used to be friends. They both worked for Lever, Kline and Patron, Inc., a company that specialized in handling corporate.