It’s so easy to let your thoughts and your will just drift lazily back to that warm, hazy memory of what it’s like to give in and submit. It’s s... easy to listen to my voice, to let yourself float in that memory of perfect submission here with me. ‘And the more you listen to my words, the more you submit to my voice, the more you give into my will, the easier it gets and the better it feels. You know what kinds of perfect pleasure this trance will lead to, and that just makes you want to sink. ..makes no difference. So close to my office now, that the tapping is accompanied by the swish of your skirt against your nylon stockings. I feel my cock beginning to strain against the fabric of my trousers. Sauntering in, you slowly close and lock the door behind you with a sly smile. "Whatever should we do for lunch?" you ask, taking a seat on the desk in front of me.As my hands trace up your stocking clad legs, I see that you are pantyless, your shaved pussy already glistening. "I know what. I then realize that there is a hole in the wall about 3 inches around. I had heard about these, and thought they were called "Glory holes." I paid little attention to it but sat down with my back to it and inserted my card in the machine and began flipping through movies. A knock at the door startles me. I stand and open the door. To my surprise, the clerk is on the other side. She gives me an evil grin and pushes me back in the both closing the door behind her and locking it. I begin to. Sara was one of the other cheerleaders on the squad with Julie. Actually, Sara was really cute. Short, blond hair, blue eyes, big smile. I didn’t mind Sara knowing all about it. Let her think of that every time she saw me. Julie said it was okay though because she never told them who I was. Just some cute neighbor boy she hooked up with.There were some other girls from our school at the same camp with them though, and “somehow” those little stories leaked out about who was a virgin and who.