She eased herself back into the chair, and reached for the can of whipped cream. "Let's start with dessert for a change," she said as she sprayed a bi... of cream on each nipple. I watched her, completely transfixed. "Allow me, dear." Taking the can from her, I created my own tempting dessert. I made a long line of cream beginning between her breasts and ending in a small dollop at the crest of her mound. Stroking a wayward strand of hair from here face, I leaned down to kiss her. Her full lips. Or to be more precise: I had been totally clueless. I took one more look of this group of the senior girls, and then it hit me. Yes, I was a stupid asshole. I turned to Cheryl."Cheryl, I truly apologize. My response to you was totally uncalled for, but I was already pissed off because of some comments from my so-called friends ... or ex-friends, now."Then I quietly told them about my discussion with Thomas. And when they heard my final comment - they just lost it. With equally quiet voices I. Then another peck on the cheek. I returned the favor. And I hugged her closer. There was no way she could not feel the hardness of my cock between us. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. "You know we can't do this, don't you Steve?" "Of course I know that Clara." Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was Fate. Maybe it was a lot of things. She opened the back door of her Lincoln and then she climbed in and gestured for me to follow. I did with alacrity. Again, we were talking as old friends,. Mine was prepared for 1:00pm, when Maria Cristina arrived, and she and I took our food into the ‘Indian’ room. She seemed a bit nervous, which didn’t surprise me, given the circumstances. I had to find a way to put her at ease, but I wasn’t quite sure how to do that without sounding as if I was trying to push her towards a decision.“How is school going?” I asked.“Two more months, and honestly, all my classes are pretty easy.”“Can you skip finals if you have an A in the class as a Senior?”Maria.