Miss Wilkins, my English teacher was very very cute and I had had a crush on her for some time. She was in the middle of discussing Shakespearean Son...ets when I opened the door and slipped to my desk. She continued her discussion of the rhyme pattern and a discussion of iambic pentameter. When class was almost over she said, "Peter, I will need to see you after class for a minute." I nodded my head and said "Okay".When the class trickled out, I walked up to her desk. I put on my glasses and. It was like yesterday in his memory. He was standing on the gym floor looking up at Kelly. She had been elected Prom Queen and Bill Withers had been chosen as King. It irritated him no end to see Withers up there on the stage with Kelly and their court going through the coronation and all of that rigmarole. What he didn't know was that the attention that Kelly was getting as Prom Queen lit an ambition in her that neither he nor Kelly were aware she had.He did have some great memories of that. You giggle as you almost lose me in the move, and I help you lift your bum so our favourite fan can slip a cushion under. Then I take time to feel every inch of your body pressing against me, to claim your lips and tongue and finally to ask the cheeky question,”wanna fuck?”And with the first stroke anything either of us had learned about technique was thrown away, as all that mattered now was a****l lust and the need to give the other the fuck of a lifetime and at the same time get every foot. It.’ His other hand releases my hip and searches for something above my head. Second later, he’s shoving a pillow under my hips, lifting my ass higher, spreading me as open as I’ve ever been. The man leaves me raw. The ringing stops, then picks back up. Same tone. But he gets in a rhythm, one hand in my hair, the other kneading and gripping my ass. I can feel his eyes on me, seeing every part of me despite the clothes. ‘You’re so…’ his words immediately switch to Finnish, tumbling out of his.